Happy ending?

Running away

Chapter one

RUNNING AWAY

As my ripped cloth shoes carried my feet to my destination, the door, my heart rate quickened. I've never done this before, I've never successfully ran away. I've always been caught midway by my foster father coming home from a night of drinking and partying. But tonight i've waited till he was upstairs snoring his drunk head off.

As I slowly creeped closer to the large wooden door I thought back to my life before all of this happened, before my parents were shot by a criminal stealing from my house, before I had to worry about my next meal, about how I'm supposed to take care of myself, life was so much more simple,easy, happy, joyful and then in a blink of an eye it was over.

As I snapped back out of my fantasy world, which I happened to find myself in more than usual, I slowly opened the door and as the harsh wind blew past me and into the dark house, my dark chestnut curls blew back revealing my long scar going from my ear to my collarbone. This scar like many others were from all my foster parents who could not care less about me. This one was the oldest. My first foster mother was cooking as I washed the floors like I did on a regular bases, and she decided I needed to be taught a lesson because I wasn't scrubbing hard enough. So she reached towards me grabbed my neck and sliced my skin while yelling at me to scrub faster then cut deeper saying it was my fault that I got blood on the ground.

Anyway, snapping back to reality I looked to dark road, not knowing where I would go, and thinking about my terrible stay with this family caused

a little tear to fall from my left eye. Which currently had a large bruise surrounding it. I turned around one last time and took off sprinting so the dogs across the street wouldn't bark at me for to long.

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As I sprint down the endless roads, my long legs finally feel free even though my rib cage it rising and falling at the fastest speed it has ever gone. My feet slam on the hard cement causing an unexplainable rush of happiness to course through my already tired body. when I decide to change to a fast walk I quickly reach up and pull my long hair into a pony tail that rests on the top of my head.

When I finally decide to stop and rest my body aches as I move my neck to look at the only thing I have left from my mother. Her watch. I see the time is 4:35 am and realize I've been running for about 2 hours. I rest on a small park bench and slowly as my head starts to droop and my eyelids slowly close it finally captures me, the thought of getting away and finally , possibly, being able to be happy