Behind, The Eyes

Chapter Two!

Amber Skye

After I got off the plane I started walking in hopes of finding a place to stay. I don't want to buy or rent a place with my parents money because I want to save it for school and things to keep me alive. Like food.
I love food. It's my one true love.

I can't use my phone to search because he could track it and find me. That's the last thing I need right now. I'm so happy that my bag is not heavy. I don't have a lot of clothes but theses will do.

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I've been walking for hours now. I have no clue where I am. I decided it would be a great idea to walk into the big dark forest but I thought wrong. 15 minutes of walking in the forest it started to rain. Just my luck. Memories start filling my brain of times when I would play outside in the rain and feel free. The rain would always calm me down and still does but today it's not working.

The rain still hasn't stopped it only started to hit harder and faster. I'm drenched, cold and alone in the dark. I walk a little faster and wrap my arms around my body. My lips become dry and my teeth start chattering. My eyes become blur but I can still see the trees and path way. I keep walking and see only a couple of feet away from me an abandoned building. Finally.

I run over to it and knock on the door. No one answers. Even better. I grab the door knob and turn it to find it locked. Like that's gonna stop me. I pull out a booby pin and pick the lock. It opens in one breath. I open the door wider and step in. There's a couch with a tv in one corner, stairs that led to what looks like a bathroom and one bedroom. There's also a kitchen. I look over to my right and see boxing bags and mats. It looks like this was abandoned just a couple of weeks ago. It'll have to do.

I throw my bag onto the couch and pull out all my wet clothes and hang them on some chairs I found in the kitchen. As I'm in there my stomach starts to growl like an lion. I'm starving, I walked over to the fridge and find some pizza. Score. With ranch. Double score. I love ranch with pizza.

I take the pizza, put it in the microwave for 20 minutes, then head up the wooden stairs to the bathroom to take a shower. The bathroom is a fair enough size with a huge mirror. I look at myself in the mirror and see a monster. The monster is me.

I've stolen, left people dying, and hurt people. I run away from my problems instead of facing them because I'm.....scared. I walk closer to the mirror and look deep into my emerald eyes looking for some good. But I see nothing alive that's good only fear in my greenish and orange eyes. My eye colour is really unique and special mom and dad would say but to me there a curse. I shake my head no longer feeling like a shower and head down stairs.

I stop the timer for the pizza and walk over to the boxing mats and hook up a boxing bag. I punch it hard over and over again.

Why can't my life be normal and simple? Why am I so ugly, selfish, and not good enough? What did I do to deserve this? People say there will be bad times and good times but in my life there are no good times. My family and I have been hiding since I was 8 years old and nothing's changed.

Maybe things will turn out good in the end but will it be to late.