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Chapter 2 First day of...freedom

Here is the next chapter. I know it is pretty short, but I just wanted to post something fast, so you can decide if this story is worth or not. The next chapter will be longer, I promise, and we will find who the mysterious green eyed handsome guy is.

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Chapter 2. First day of...freedom

It's been more than an hour since I climbed out my bedroom window, since I left my life behind. My feet started to hurt from all the walking. I'm not really a sports fan, but I have a pretty toned body, thanks to the time spent in my boring bedroom, because I started to do daily abs and push-ups, just to keep my mind distracted. Since I had no TV and I managed to read all the books I had, twice, all I had to do was some physical exercises.

I managed to keep myself in shape due to the household chores I had to do daily, so I guess that helped too, although I prefered to have a normal childhood...

I've been walking trying to reach the train station, and since I didn't want to start spending money, I didn't buy a ticket for the city bus. I wish I had a car, things would have been simpler, but nothing in my life is simple, and it never was. I never had a bike, nor roller blades, nothing that would have made me happy when I was a child. I didn't even have a Barbie doll, which I absolutely loved, seeing the commercials on TV when I sneaked from my room to watch TV when they fell asleep on the couch.

I planned to leave town, but of course I really didn't know where to go. But anywhere would better than home. Home...such a nice comfy word, too bad I never really had this feeling for my parents' house. I guess for me it was just a place where I ate and slept. Nothing more. Not a place where I hurried to, not a place full of amazing memories, not a place I will miss. A place that tormented me, a place that took away my childhood, my freedom, my all.

I managed to get to the train station after a three hour walk. Luckily for me my luggage consisted of 3 spare clothes, my intimate products, the Ipod and the old frame, so it didn't really slow me down. I honestly don't know why I took the picture frame, I guess I hoped I could sell it or trade it for food if the case. I bought myself a ticket to LA, hoping for a new beginning. I mean, I deserve a new beginning, don't I?

I found my seat in the train, and prepared myself for a 6 hours journey, perhaps I could get some sleep or something. The compartment where I had my seat was not very big, it could accommodate 6 people. The walls were made of some kind of wood, and the seats were coated with a dirty red leather full of stripes and holes cut into it. I would say it looked pretty bad. But who am I to complain, I mean I've seen worse.

I started imagining a big 2 leveled white house, with a red roof. It had big rectangle windows, and on every window sill there were red and yellow flowers, in white pots. I always liked red and yellow flowers, they somehow managed to calm me down.

There was a big yard, full of grass and plenty of flowers, several tress, and a swing on the left side. I imagined myself drinking my coffee while laying in the swing and admiring the huge amount of flowers spread in the yard. The fence surrounding the yard was white, with a small black iron gate, a path leading to the house's front entrance. Along the path there were beds of pink lilies and white and red roses, surrounded by white pebbles.

I imagined this perfect house everytime I went to sleep, because I needed to stop the tiredness and the ugly thoughts invading my mind. This "dream" was the most peaceful and calming dream I could ever imagine. Honestly, I was thinking about my dream house, not that I would ever live in a house like that, but hey, one can dream, right?

I woke up being poked in my ribs by a woman, wearing some sort of uniform, with a badge clipped on the pocket. At first I forgot where I was, but reality hit me in the face pretty fast. I was in that dull train compartment, on my way to...well...a new life?