The Runaway {Justin Bieber Fanfic}

Prologue

^Picture of Savannah^

Savannah

a·dren·al·ine
əˈdren(ə)lən/

noun

1. a hormone secreted by the adrenal glands, especially in conditions of stress, increasing rates of blood circulation, breathing, and carbohydrate metabolism and preparing muscles for exertion.

It was so pure, so anti-innocent that it made me wonder myself how it found its way to me. So demanding of me to feel it run through my body with its every ounce pulsating through my veins, putting me in a new state of anxiety with each second that passed by. It wanted me to feel it, know that it was there, know that I could get it to return with the snap of a finger.

My breath was hitched in my throat and my hands felt dry; my palms were sweating but it wasn't enough to wash over the parched area of my skin. I could have sworn to God Himself that my eyes were as wide as a deer's in headlights. My chest rose up and down with each breath that I took. I allowed my eyes to softly shut together in hopes that it would help take away from this dramatic effect, but it only caused me to feel more antsy at the thought of not being able to see whats next to be thrown my way.

I wanted so badly for it to be over. I hated this feeling with every bone of hatred I could possibly contain in myself. I began to question my action of running away, if it was even a good idea to put myself in a situation like this. If it was even worth it, if the aftermath of this would be better than the beginning.

But with each thought that went by I couldn't help but imagine the person I'm creating myself to be. I don't want to be afraid.

My eyes shot wide open, and this time I was able to keep them from flinching. They were steady. My hands balled up into fists at my sides, and my breathing turned smooth and carefree.

I didn't know where I was, I had no fucking clue. I was lost if anything, but I was somewhere. I was somewhere farther from the place I was before, and thats when it clicked.

I'm free.