Never Look Back

Hi! This is a fanfic that I'm writing called "Never Look Back"! It's about a girl named Olivia who was orphaned as a child by the death of both of her parents. She and her older brother now live all over the place, running from the service agents that are trying to put them in an orphanage. But then, tragedy strikes. Olivia wonders how she can go on, until a little boy comes into her life, and Olivia learns that you can Never Look Back. Hope you like it!

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Run. The word repeats in my head like an alarm. Run away from everything. Everyone. My feet pound the ground to the rhythm of my pumping heart. Well, let me take you to the beginning.

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I wake up from yet another horrible dream, only to find that I'm in me and Kevin's little "home" for the night. A huge, hollow log. Kevin, my seventeen year old brother, holds me close as my tears fall on his shirt like the raindrops fall on the top of the log and echo throughout it, making an empty, sorrowful sound that rings in my ears. "It's okay, I'm here." Kevin whispers, "Your alright." I snuggle into the warmth of his chest and sob, "It was the service agents," I say, "They were coming after us." Kevin runs his fingers through my hair, which he knows calms me down every time. I wondered what we would have for breakfast later. Berries, maybe? Eggs? No, eggs were a privilege. I lay my head down on Kevin's lap and pull my bag of the few belongings I have over to my chest. I pull out a small picture frame, containing a picture of our family last Christmas. So happy, carefree. I then pull out my mom's music box, winding up the key in the back. A little tinkling melody begins to play, and it makes me feel home. Next, dad's Mickey Mouse T-shirt, full of holes from being worn so much. Then, Mr. Carrot, the stuffed bunny that I got for my fourth birthday. Next, a family photo album that Mom put together about a year before she died. Then, a family CD of all of our favorite songs. Finally, my diary. I open it and skim the pages. I haven't written since the death of Mom and Dad. But I decide it's time to empty my thoughts onto paper once again.