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Chapter - 1

               Do you ever wonder what people will think when you’re gone?  Will they look for you? Will they want to know what happened? My name is Destiny Webster. I’m a seventeen year old runaway. In my old life nobody loved me, my parents, friends, nobody. Every night my parents would beat me saying things like, “You’re worthless; nobody loves you or will ever love you”.  I would come to school with scars, cuts, and bruises everyday and get made fun of. That’s why I had no friends. I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran away my sophomore year of high school never wanting to go back. I will never forget the night I ran away.

**Flashback**

“P-please stop!” I yelled as someone else kicked me. By this time I was on the ground about to pass out from all the blood loss. Kick after kick they came and soon enough I blacked out. I woke up to see that I was being carried by someone. He looked about my age and he had to have been really strong to be carrying me.  I looked at his arms to notice a bunch of tattoos. One was some sort of sign I have never seen before. Others were skulls and some words. The tattoos were mostly just black and gray. No color.  

     “W-who are you?” I said in a faint voice. “Shhhhhh. I’m Liam. I’m going to take you home okay?” “No please don’t! You don’t know what they’ll do to me!” I said trying to yell but it came out in more of a whisper. I looked up as his dark hazel eyes met mine. He kept walking until he finally got to my house. He sat me down against the wall and climbed up to my window. Next thing I know the front door creaked open. He picked me up and carried me to my room. He sat me down on my bed. “I will come back for you.” He said, and with that he was gone.

      I slowly got up from my bed and managed to make it to the bathroom by hopping. Just looking at myself in the mirror was scary. I had two bruises on my left cheek, a black eye, and my head was bleeding. I lifted my shirt up to see a big cut across the side of my stomach. Taking my clothes off I hopped into the shower making sure to clean the cut so it wasn't going to be noticeable.  Even though my shirt would cover it I don't want to take chances of people seeing it.

    I clean the cut on my head and put a bandage over it for the time being. I try and cover up my black eye and bruises as much as I can with makeup. After all of that I go back into the bedroom.

      I just laid on my bed for about an hour knowing that I needed to do something before my parents got home. I grabbed my suitcase and started packing it with my clothes. The suitcase wasn’t even halfway full when I was done packing all my stuff. My parents never really bought me any clothes so I didn’t have much. I ran downstairs and starting grabbing non-perishable foods. The last thing I got before I left was some of my parent’s money. I remember taking about $2,000. My parents actually had a lot of money. They had a good house, good job, and friends. I guess they really didn’t like me. After I got everything I slammed the door and left.

      I walked for hours and hours. Finally when my legs started to burn I had to stop. I stopped at the nearest hotel and spent the night there. That’s what I did for three days. Three straight days. I walked all the way to a town with an airport. I got a plane ticket and left.

**End of Flashback**

   That’s how I ended up in this small town. I completely started over never wanting to go back to my old life. I'm going to attend this small high school only with about 200 kids. I have friends just not family. I live alone in a small apartment and I have a job.  My new life so far is great. Little did I know that that was all about to change.