Run And Never To Return

Chapter 2: The Run Away

She put her palms on her chin and rested her elbows onto her thin thighs, her elbows digging into them. She stared at her clothes on her undernourished body, her jeans were almost to big for her. She then looked at her white shirt  that was suprisingly still lasting and her flat stomach was starting to cave in she hadn't eaten in a while. She I need to get out of here she was weak but she attempted to stand she looked around her room and started to quickly grab her things. She found a big faded denum seized back pack in her room and shoved her things into it, clothes a dented metal water bottle and multiple blankets and the rest of the things she needed to survive. This wasnt the first time she tried to flee so she had most of the things she needed. The last time she tried to She fit every thing she could into it. If she could've fit every visible thing into her room she would have.

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She grabbed her sneakers. The only ones she had they were black, not really black anymore they are faded so they were now a dark gray. With almost bald soles on the bottom they were completely worn down the rubber was starting to wear away and holes started to shape on the bottom too. She slipped them on with the small amount of strength she had left. She tied the brownish tan laces that were once white. She lifted the bag with her scrawny but sturdy arms.

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Ashton stood in the middle of her room drowning in her own thoughts she stared out the window and the light glistened off of her beautiful turquoise eyes. They were like the ocean, but unfortunately she had never seen the ocean so she didn't know. When you looked at her face her eyes were the first things that you notice, they were the kind you could fall Into and be trapped forever. Her hair was blonde with suttle brown steaks striked down very few peices. Ashton walked into the light that rayed into her small room. They latches clicked as she flicked them upward. The white, faded paint, chipped window grinded when she pushed it up as slow as she could because she never heard his footsteps fade away. There he was sitting on the hard wood floor with is eyes closed, passed out.

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She then looked at the cracked pane as she pushed it up, the pieces of paint floated to the floor. She looked out as far as she could and looked back and looked out again, that would be the last time she ever looked back at this 'hell hole' ever again. She could never feel happier, a smile lit up on her face and her dimples sunk into her slim cheeks her smile was brighter than the sun that shone down on the gorgeous girl's face she was finally unrestrained from her step father and her defenseless mother. She decided she was better of on her own if she had survived the physical and mental abuse of her step dad she could survive by herself without being hurt all the time. She stepped our on the grass and slipped through the fence and proceeded to the long field that continued on to the forest beside it. The house was far outside of town so even if she wanted anyone to hear there was no hearing from anyone. Ashton let the strap from her bag slide of her arm and hit the grounds she plopped on the ground and layed in the field and took her time even though she wanted to get away as soon as possible. She extended in the grass and took it all in. She pinched the peice of barely in between her finger tips and and moved them back and fourth. She just rested and layed there for a while. When she had her hand lifted she noticed the scars on her wrist and glazed upon them. She hated them and what they reminded her of. She forced herself to stop even though it was difficult. It releived the stress and made her feel good. But she stopped because she could find joy in anything even though there wasn't much there.