Prologue

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Anastacia POV

I kept running as far as my legs could take me. Away from them and their selfish needs. I wanted to be free. Something I hadn't felt in a really long time.

I never looked back, fear that if l do l would see them. I had run away from the car. They wanted to send me to a mental institution. Just because l can't talk doesn't mean l'm crazy. I can't express myself ,but you can't label me insane.

I came across a small cabin and hid in the back where all the firewood was kept. I didn't want to sleep, but l found my eyes heavy.l mean they couldn't possibly find me here. After I sleep, I can then continue running from these people l call FAMILY.

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