I wake up cold. My eyes don't want to open up so I let them stay shut. I can't help but think back to Ellie.
And that's when I heard them. "Come on, you piece of crap. Get out here right now!"
No. No. No. This couldn't be happening, no Ellie doesn't even know them, does she?
My eyes snap wide open and I feel my blood freeze over.
"1" Oh no, they are counting now."2"
Footsteps pound down the hallway to my room, angry footsteps.
The door rips open and I see my mom's face.
An angry aura was all I could feel around the room. She walked closer to me, her brown eyes wide in rage.
I'm so glad I don't have any resemblance to my parents.
No black hair and brown eyes, nope. Blonde with silver eyes, nothing in common with them.
It would be horrible if I looked like them, because then I would have to see my nightmare every time I looked into the mirror.
All of a sudden the room is pitch black and I could feel her walking towards me. I felt around myself to try to get myself out of this stupid thing.
I hid under all of the blankets and heard her growling in the dark, coming towards the bed.
That's when I heard it.
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Runaway
General FictionAmelia is a runway. She is constantly jumping from place to place, finally she finds the 'perfect' family. Soon she realizes that her new family is a living hell. Don't cross her parents because of the bruises; her older brother because of the unwa...
