The Runaways

Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING: FEW MENTIONS OF ABUSE/NEGLECT
If you suffer from any of these things, I've linked some places where you can get help. Be strong, and I love you.
http://suicidepreventlon.tumblr.com/post/115157324880/resources

http://your-safe-harbor.tumblr.com/post/43130319097/abuse-hotlines-if-this-is-an-emergency-dial-911

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People will tell you about the dangers of Fleeing. The shame. The starvation. The cold nights spent alone, wishing you were dead. But worst of all, the Seekers.

Ah, the Seekers.

You want to run away? Fine, do it. Just know that the Seekers will find you. They'll lock you up so you can become just another example of what happens when you Flee. You'll become a museum exhibit, designed to strike fear into the hearts of the Prime generation. "You see?" the Seekers will tell them, pointing an accusing finger at you. "This is what happens to people who go bad. They get locked up- or if they were really really bad, we kill them," they'll continue, not skipping a beat.

The kids will forever be scarred, but it is the only way to make sure they don't Run. Besides, who cares how they feel? They are only children, unimportant to society. They won't matter for another 10 years.

You have been warned.

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Ali sat curled up in the corner, crying and trembling with fear. She couldn't stay here any longer. Not after that. All those years of screaming, beating, starving, the lot, and one tiny slap set her over the edge. She had no choice.

She had to run.

She knew how dangerous it was. She knew what would happen if she was caught. But there was rumor of a place where Runaways could be safe, and Ali clung to the hope that such a place existed.

And if it didn't, she could always try for the walls. It was fool's gold, but gold nonetheless.

So that night, Alina Jhaveri packed her bag as quietly as she could, climbed out of the window, and ran as far as her long, bony legs could take her.

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Four days.They hadn't eaten in four days.

Brett and Naomi's parents were too busy getting high in sketchy alleyways to pay any attention to their poor, neglected kids, and they couldn't take it anymore. They were going to die if they didn't do something. They'd be better off if they were responsible for themselves.

So that night, Brett and Naomi Sanders packed their bags, went through the back door, and ran as fast as their scrawny frames could carry them.

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A/N: yoooooooooo!

So I know it's been like a month, sorry! I really wanna update more often but im so busy its ridiculous.

Also can we talk about how crappy the wattpad editing system is :) wtf is this

Also I know this might be a rising suspicion but don't worry about me, I'm growing up with a loving family and I'm perfectly alright :)

Sorry this chapter is so short, I did it in like an hour lmao I'll try to make them longer <3

that's all for now I guess, comments are very appreciated tyasm see ya next chapter!

r xx