Red man

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Gasping, I released the knife that I was clutching. It was all red. Everything seemed red. And everything seemed blury. My cheeks felt wet. The body on the ground, it didn't seem right, it was so wrong. So I did the only thing I would ever do if I was scared. I would run. And so I ran, I ran home, but I knew I couldn't stay. Staying would mean being found.

I finally arrived home, I could see my front door trough the blur. My cheeks were getting weter and weter. Crossing the door I reminded myself what it ussually felt like to cross that door, how the moment I entered the house, I felt safe and sound, the boys and girls outside couldn't touch me, couldn't hit me, because I was home. Now, as I crossed the door, I didn't feel safe. I was just washed over with sadness and greif since I knew I would never ever let myself pass that door again.

My parents weren't home ,luckily, they went to dinner with some friends. Taking my large duffel bag I ran to my room. A big pink mess, thats how I ussually described it. Full of unicorns and rainbows and lots of other happy shit. I always had bows on my head and a smile was ussually plastered on my face, but that was before. A few years ago, all of that changed. I saw my reflection on the mirror and gasped in shock at the image before me. My huge green eyes were the only thing that looked a bit like me, the rest was unrecognisable. My long blond hair that ussually looked messily perfect now looked like a rat's nest. My tan skin that ussually had a glint of blush looked like I had rubbed my face in dirt and then spit at it and rolled in dirt again. My pink girly clothes looked fairly normal, only a bit, uhum, very dirty and crumpled up. But my hands where what scared me the most. All red. And not just the kind of red that looks like you just rubbed it too hard. It looked blood red. Well it was blood. But I didn't want to know that. I ran in the bathroom and washed my hands the best I could, thinking that if I wash it away, all memories of the event will be gone. Sadly it didn't happen so I continued packing my stuff. After alot of running around the house i found myself with a duffel bag with all my necesities, my sketch book under my arm, and a half written note to my parents.

I put the note on the counter and continued writting it. More tears streamed down my cheeks.

Mom, Dad,

You guys won't be seeing me in a while. Lets just say I have lots to think about. If you are wondering; I am NOT pregnant. And please don't go looking for me. And dont call me. Just forget me.

I will always love you,

Amy

The note was short but I didn't have lots of time. So I grabbed my dad's warm and fuzzy jacket and ran like I was being chased. And I probably was.

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I ran as fast as I could to the perfect hideout. Even my parents didn't know where it was. Deep in the forest, up in a tree thats the only place I could be me. I had a treehouse there, hidden in the shade. Its really hard to find it but I've let marks in the way, things that only I would recognize. Not many people go in the forest. Some are scared, others claim its haunted. And them there are the ones that don't notice it and never get close.

I was glad I had found this tree, it sure was high, but not the highest of all. You have to be a very experienced climber to access the top, but it is easy when you know how to. Trowing my sketch book in my bag I started climbing. At the very top, hidden in the foliage, was my treehouse. I went there every time I ran away, and it was very often in the last two years. Everytime I got hurt or beat up by the kids at school I would go to the treehouse and treat my wounds. I stayed there a few days to rest, even though the bruises ussually healed in a few minutes. I would go back home saying that I needed my space. My usual excuse was that I had my period, they can't really do anything when you pull that card. So my parents were kind of used to me running away from home once a month. But then, the bullies started beating me up every day and I couldn't hide my scars anymore. So I told my parents that all these times I ran away, its because I got scared of how they would react to them. Dad got mad and started screaming at me, asking why I didn't tell him earlier. Mom was a bit more understanding, but she was upset at me for not telling them sooner.

I hadn't realized I was already at the top, swinging to the doors. I believed I looked like a monkey when I climbed trees but

i never knew for sure since I never trusted anyone enough to see my secret hiding place.

I looked around, admiring the place. I never realized how much it actually looked like a room. I had personally painted the walls. They were the thing I liked most about this place. They were full of random stuff I drew over the years. There were happy things, things I drew to try to cheer myself up, and then there were the dark and sad things, when my pain was so strong, I felt like nothing could make me happy again.

When I first found the place, two years ago, I was a beaten fourteen year old. I had a purple eye and a bloody lip, seeking somewhere to be safe. I was running aimlessly, and my skirt got stuck on a twig of that tree. It was destiny, like the tree called me. I started to climb up and then I saw the treehouse. If you would see the treehouse now and the treehouse then, you would have never guessed it was the same room. Then it was empty and looked forgoten. Now it looked filled with life. The floor was stained with colours and with quick pencilmade sketches. There was beanbag I had somehow gotten up here with a string. There was also a warm sleepingbag, in case I had to stay the night. I had stolen a solar panel and stuck it up the roof, to have enough energy to charge my Iphone and light a small lightbulb. I took out my sketchbook, my pens and pencils, and started to draw, dreading sleep as I was scared of the nightmares that were sure to come.

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So I hope you guys like the beginning of my attemt of a story. Its a story that is based on tangled, kind of. Um, I am still writting " the one with the wind " if you are wondering. I will update when I have 2 votes. Comment and VOTE VOTE VOTE!!!!!!!!

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