Randomly Writing Stuff

Willow

(A/N): This is the idea I had last month and wrote this prologue for. Hopefully you like it, 'cause I've prepared four chapters already! XD

The rain soaked her hair and clothes as she ran down the sidewalk, so distracted that she hardly noticed the lightning above. After running two miles on sheer adrenaline, she dropped to her knees in the middle of the woods. The girl bent over, her head settling on the grass, and simply stayed there, shaking.

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"She's mad and you know it, Evelyn," the girl had heard her father, Colin, say. She was listening to her parents argue in their room from the hallway.

"I know, but... Willow's sixteen! She's been fine all her life, so why change her life like this?" her mother responded.

The girl, Willow, teared up and sat with her back against the door. She'd known since her first day of school that she wasn't normal. She was usually a peaceful person; always willing to make a friend and help others out. Sometimes, though, she would snap into some kind of insane rage. It was rare, until she turned fifteen. Her fits of anger became more constant, sometimes happening ten times in one week.

Three months ago she turned sixteen. Since then, the most attacks she'd had in a week were twenty, the least being fifteen. It had gotten so bad that her parents had to take her out of school after two months, preferring to homeschool her rather than deal with the fights she got into at public school.

The fights were often stimulated by something, though. She almost never snapped without a reason. If it weren't for her bullies at school, she would have been mostly fine. But of course, she couldn't avoid them, for it all came down to her eyes; her shocking blue eyes, without visible pupils. It scared some people and puzzled others. She was often called a freak.

More than once, Willow had wanted to cover her eyes with sunglasses or perhaps even blindfold herself so no one would see them. Before she could leave the house this way, though, her mother stopped her, saying that she shouldn't hide her unique and beautiful blue eyes.

"Her fits are getting worse and worse," her father's voice pulled her back to reality. "If we send her to a mental institution, they'll do something about it!"

So that's what they're arguing about, Willow thought. They want to send me away.

Sadness and fury bubbled up inside her, and without thinking she shot up and sprinted to her room. There, she emptied her old bookbag and replaced its contents with money and some clothing.

I've caused too much trouble here. I'll send myself away, Willow decided, then ran out the door.

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After calming herself on the ground for five minutes, she stood up, looking around to try to figure out where to go next. She eventually decided to buy some extra food at a store six miles from where she was.

At the store, she kept her head down, her long hair hiding her face. The last thing she needed was for someone to recognize her eyes.

Her eyes! She had to cover them. Not far from where she stood, there was a rack of sunglasses. She grabbed a pair and put them on before continuing to look for food.

Willow took ten minutes to find a thin blanket, bread, crackers, a small pack of water bottles, and a bag of apples. At the checkout, she also paid for her sunglasses, averting her eyes from the cashier's gaze so as not to let her eyes be seen.

When she finished paying, she rushed out the door with her shopping bags and sat in the parking lot to think of where she'll stay.

There's a bridge about five miles from here, Willow thought. Maybe I can live under there...

She headed in the direction of the ten-foot-wide bridge going over a small river. Underneath it, there was a space between the start of the bridge and the river that looking about fifteen feet long. It was a decent spot, and she'd never seen anyone else go there, so no one would find her.

Under the bridge, Willow lied down, using her bookbag as a pillow. In the distance, a police siren blared into the night. The lightning had died down, leaving only the light rain. Its sound against the bridge over her head eventually lulled her to sleep.

Little did she know her parents and the police were searching the town for her, without knowing the old bridge she was hiding under even existed.

On May 6, 2015, the mad girl Willow Blye ran away from home.  

(A/N): That's the prologue! I plan on working on this much more after Remember Me is finished, then I'll begin posting Willow when I'm nearly done writing it. That way, you won't be waiting ages for me to write chapters; they'll be pre-written!

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Eerie out.