Running

-Chapter 3- Dark Red Journal

I get off my bed and head towards the window.I look outside and look at the tall city buildings.

They're nice and pretty. I've moved to New York after her death. All of their deaths.

Mona, Mom, Spencer, Willow and Kira. I think about them all and remove the tear that decided to fall down my face.

I come back to reality and start writing in my journal. My book I have on my big shelf. In my Dark Red journal I write down of some safe cities.
By safe I mean places they won't find me. Cities like Manhattan, Los Angeles, or anywhere crowded in the world.

By they I mean the people who killed my family they are people who before they killed my family and friends they black mailed us saying they wanted me in exchange for something.

All they said was to make me go to a specific space. At first I wanted to go but I also didn't want to believe them. My family forced me to stay. That was until they all died trying to protect me.

I move every 3 months

So after my 3 months here I plan to go to Europe. After that Asia and keep moving.

I put my Dark Red Back on the my shelf with my duffel bag full of clothes so whenever it's necessary to go I have it there.

I take of my shirt and put my right hand over my left arm, that's where my scar is. I got shot and after getting the bullet out I was left with the scar.

I quickly put on a shirt and black jeans and then put in my boots. I get ready to eat breakfast.

Eating breakfast was a strange thing nowadays since I didn't eat as a teen.

I go to a drawer next to the window and I grab a PopTart out of it.

I never get tired of those .

I look at my window and open it and I look outside thinking of what to do.

As I turn around and head to sit on my bed I hear a gun shot and I see a small hole in my wall.

I sight To my self and think "oh god not again"

Good thing I have that duffel bag
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Do I have a story to tell you so I was on a train writing this and then I decided to open my Sprite on a moving shaking train and then when I open it...it spilled all over the floor. Good thing was none of the conductor guys that walk around found out so I was safe but the bad part was I got wet and I'm cold .

So other than that hope you enjoyed the story.

-Emma