Run Away

Ch 1

~Trigger Warning~

~7 years later, 2023, age 15~ (ps hair is dyed black now)

I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I spotted the road just a little ways away. I ran with all my might just trying to get away. My feet were aching and my legs were tired. It was so hard to keep running. But he was right on my tail. If he catches me, he'll kill me for sure. I just couldn't live with him anymore. Especially not after last night. So I ran off.

My mom died in a car crash 4 years ago when I was 11. I still miss her. Kevin blames me for her death. He always used to hit me when she wasn't around, and after her death, he beats me constantly.

I reached the road, tripping over a rock and falling to the ground, feeling the small rocks penetrate my skin in my hands. I quickly scrambled to my feet only to be tackled down again, the back of my head hitting the pavement underneath me. I gasped as Kevin wrapped his hands around my neck and I couldn't breathe anymore. I scratched and pulled at his hands trying so hard for him to loosen his grip even just a little. I tried and tried for some kind of air to enter my lungs. I felt tears fall from my eyes as I gave up. I deserved to die. So I stopped fighting back. I closed my eyes and waited for it all to be over.

Suddenly, his grip was gone. He wasn't even on top of me anymore. I sat up gasping for air and coughing as I found it hard to suck any in. I could barely get small gasps of air in.

"Hey hey hey" I heard as I felt a hand on my back. I jumped away, backing away from whoever it was, still gasping and coughing trying to breathe. I looked at who it was. He looked familiar but I couldn't tell who it was, as everything was just a jumbled mess in my head. He looked hispanic and had long hair, a cap on backwards and a nose ring. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise" he said, slowly coming towards me. I dropped my head, along with the rest of my upper body, onto the ground, feeling too weak to even crawl away if I tried. I was still barely getting any air but I was still getting some as I coughed and gasped.

All of a sudden, I felt hands around my neck again. I looked at Kevin who looked more determined to kill me than anything else. I watched as the guy with long hair along with 3 other guys tried to pull him off of me. It wasn't working. He was going to kill me and that was it. But I was okay with that.

Black spots appeared in my vision as everything went blurry and I fell into the darkness thinking this is it. I won't have to deal with life anymore.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Make it stop. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Shut up. Beep. Beep. God dammit, shut the fuck up! I slowly opened my eyes seeing a white room with a TV on the wall and a door right across from me. I looked to my left to see a heartbeat monitor. So that's where the beeping is coming from. Wait, shouldn't I be dead right now? Why am I not dead? I groaned at the thought of still being alive. I should be dead right now! I brought my hands up to rub my eyes when I noticed something. My arms weren't covered. At all. Great. Now I'll be sent to the looney bin for God knows how long. I sighed, putting my arms back under the thin blanket lying on top of me and closing my eyes. I just wanted to sleep. Forever.

I heard the door to the room being opened, but didn't bother to move or open my eyes. It was either a nurse or doctor, seeing as no one else would have any reason of being in here.

"The doctor says she should be waking up soon" I heard a calm voice say. Who the hell would come in here other than staff? I decided to not let them know I was awake and listen to their conversation.

"I hope she's alright. That guy almost killed her" another voice said.

"Yea" The door closed and I heard shuffling next to me and I assumed they sat down.