I woke up the sun was still down, The doggy was still sleeping. I don't know what I will name him, but that's not important right now. I started walking even further away once he woke up. I saw a trail and started walking down it, at this point we were at least a couple hours into the forest. I live next to a massive forest the trees are very tall. I have been on a trail for a while, I finally found a small cabin. There was at least a couple people inside. I knocked on the door.
"hello!" someone opened the door. "who are you?" "oh I just ran away from my abusive parents." "oh really, we did the same thing. our parents don't care about us" "my parents only care about my other brothers." "oh well they both hate us, why don't you come in we also have a dog" there dog was very large like two times larger than my dog. "so do you guys live here" I asked while showing my dog to there's. "yes we do, we have plants outside and we make a lot of things. We ran away about nine months ago." "oh really I stole a ton of food from my old parents" I dumped out all of the food I had on the counter, I later found out that they didn't build this house. They found it, I had opened a bag of chips I had stolen and asked if they wanted some. It was night time again so we went to bed. (262 words)
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Short StoryKylo is a 13 year old that hates himself and his family. He has gotten abused mentally and physically. TW: trigger warning this story has abuse topics including starving, harassment ,physical beating, and dark thoughts.
