chapter 1

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Stella's POV

Cold,wet, hungry... running away isn't the easiest thing to do...especially at the age of 16. Four months ago my friend's became backstabbing two faced bitches. My boyfriend dumped me for the hottest chick in school, Veronica and I was just so tired and annoyed with my foster parents.

I started heading towards the bus shelter when I heard footsteps. I turned around and saw a shadow and a glimpse of red... The shadow dashed past me and into the building to my left. I stupidly decided to follow and saw... it, well she was holding a gun to a guys head. A police  officer with broad shoulders shouted, "don't do it. You'll be in prison for the rest of you're life." The woman didn't look to be someone to hesitate..."I don't care, he killed my daughter. Now I'm gonna kill you." She cried but surprisingly lowered the gun and started sobbing. The officer started to lead her out of the house just as the guy who she aimed the gun at, laughed. At that moment she shot him straight in the head. The officers rushed to him while the girl was dragged off... I sprinted out the door and didn't stop until I got back home. I sat down on my bed and started listening to falling in reverse, thinking about what had just happened, when my (foster) mother walked in."where the fuck were you. How dare you run away you little bitch!" She screamed in my face." I-I was at the p-park." I stuttered."LIAR!" She screamed and slapped my face. She slapped me repeatedly until I could no longer feel my face. "Next time think about you're actions." She said and stormed out. I just sat there not knowing what to do. I'm use to getting abused but why would she foster me if she hated me. I had tears dripping down my bright red face and I looked towards my night stand and and grabbed the blade I had placed behind the picture of me and my parents before they died... I stared at the blade and brought it to my wrist. I stupidly sliced through the skin, before throwing it across the room. I threw myself onto the pillows and started sobbing until I fell into a deep dreamless sleep...

This happened 4 years ago... I'm glad I finally ran away when I turned 18... let me tell you why...

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