I am going to run, run until I can't anymore. I hated him, I just hated him, my grandfather, locking me away in a cell and starving me because he didn't like how I acted. Ever since my parents died, four years ago, in some mysterious way. Without negotiation, I had to live with my grandfather. I now have to take my only opportunity to run away.
My grandmother turned out to be the complete opposite of my grandfather. She spoiled and loved me. My grandfather, paid a meaningless consequence since she treated me kindly, he locked her up too. We spent years together, talking and trying to strengthen up our thin bodies, endless sessions of push-ups and exercises. Her age, still unknown to me, was easy to notice. She started losing her hair and her body weakened. I said a final goodbye to my grandma, told her that I would return to her and made a mad sprint out the cell door.
The cobblestone, rough and dry, made my feet ache. As I approached the main gate to their house, I fixed the pieces of clothing I had left. I veered into the small crack of the gate and my feet touched the moist lawn. The luxury of the feeling massaged my rough feet. The ground, dense with leaves and twigs broke at the weight of my body. Frigid rain fell heavily against my cheek and eventually made it numb. I clenched my dying lantern, with a scarce amount of oil, and quickened my pace, dodging the endless maze of trees. My heart's firm beat thrust against my chest and grew faster every minute I spent in the dark, alone.
Branches of trees slapped against my face, making paper-like cuts, interminable, endless pain. The wind whistled and roared, but only a faint cackle of mad laughter startled me and forced me to move through the trees even faster. What I wanted for hours, appeared ever so smoothly. The haze of a house pierced through the midnight sky. My rejoicing was cut off short by another cackle of laughter but appeared even closer now. I, now solitary alone, shook with terror at the thought of what could happen next, I now was madly sprinting, for the life of myself. Rain and twigs thrashed around my arms, shielding my face. My heavy breathing was muffled by my scarf, covering my mouth. My shoulders promptly felt a screaming pain, causing me to tumble on the wet ground. My back hit a fallen trees limb, stopping me in a mere second. My life, flashing back and forth before me, vision blackening in and out. I couldn't pass out, not so quickly. I started forgetting about my life and what has all happened. The world disappeared, leaving to be engulfed in darkness, alone, or was I?
