Runaway (On Hold)

Runaway (Abby's P.O.V.)

Runaway (Abby's P.O.V.)

I dash into the dark woods, not sparing a thought for my poor feet that would be bleeding even more than if not for the soles on my shoes. It doesn't help that the blisters that haven't burst enjoy stinging my heels, which makes walking unbearable. Yet, I got myself into this stupid situation so I deserve every ounce of hardship and pain that comes with it. I look behind me which I soon realize is pointless because the forest might as well be a black hole at this hour. However, god is good to me and offers a path way that I can see because of the dim light the moon shines on it. I'm confident that my attackers won't try to catch me as that would be more trouble than it's worth, thankfully. Finally, I cross the dark border where I'm led to a rocky ledge. I shrug because this is the safest place I can be in now. I pull my military jacket tighter around my body, trying to keep warm in the winter's harsh nature. Of all the seasons, why did I have to run away during the winter? Well, you're probably wondering why I was running in the forest, talking about attackers and ditching my home. Well the story goes like this. I'm Abby Henderson, an idiotic eighteen year old fresh out of junior college. I took off because home life wasn't really satisfactory. Heck, mainly just life in my former neighbourhood Tame Hood. I rather not elaborate. As for the attackers, I was going to be robbed and raped but when someone comes between me and my most precious possessions, I might as well be another person. So yes, I kicked one of the douchebags somewhere which may probably prevent him from having kids, and caused me to form a giant smirk on my face. That was until the angry mob of his friends came running towards me like they were the ignorant villagers and I was Dracula. Assholes, I don't even like vampires. So yes, these are the current events that have leaded me to the present. Yes, I know. My sob story is freaking pathetic, but that's the only one I can give because I am not well established in the creative writing skill. Well, thankfully this rock edge is pretty broad so I can stretch out and sleep. I just pray I don't roll over and fall off the cliff. What would that be like in heaven or hell? The next questions sure to be 'what were you doing sleeping on a rock edge anyway?' I place my sling bag below my head and start to star gaze. This is sadly one of the brighter moments of my little adventure, provided that I decide to return. Personally, I'm not sure if I will. Stars don't shine this brightly in Tame Hood. In fact, nothing is really positive in Tame Hood. Why the hell do people even live there? Or I guess it's just me, the black sheep as usual. I sigh and savour the view and enjoy the solitary that I am usually denied off, happy and relieved to have a moment to myself, to just breath and not be judged for being me. Thankfully, the winter breeze is gone so it's not that unbearably cold. I yawn, tired as can be, then hug my body and smile to myself. Before I know it, I'm fast asleep in my secluded wonderland.