Saving Myself [Prologue]

Prologue

My thighs started to burn as I ran through the forest. Branches left marks as they slapped my body left and right. Twigs and rocks dug into the soles of my feet. I'd been running for over 2 hours already with nothing but a dark blue tank top and khaki shorts. Tears left my eyes, brushed away by the wind. My mouth and lips were dry and my chest hurt from the exertion but I couldn't stop. I couldn't rest and catch my breath. I could hear shouting in the distance. Someone was shouting my name, telling me to come back. It was my uncle. He was after me and I had to get away. He wanted to drag me back to his house- our 'home'. It wasn't my home. It was never my home. I thought when I first moved in three years ago that maybe it could be my home but I was so wrong. It could never be my home. No matter how much I wanted to think it was. It was just a foster home for the poor orphan whose parents were murdered. They said it was a serial killer. That's what the sherrif said and I believed him. It was a lie. My uncle did it and he wanted to kill me too. I wasn't running away. I was saving myself.

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I know it's a very short prologue and it doesn't say anything at all. I just wanted to see how people would respond.