Darkest Days

Run Away

-*Two hours later, back at the shack*-
I hear my tummy growl. "Oh god, I'm hungry. I know dad said to stay inside, but I can't make food. I'll have to go out, and see if I can find some berries or something." I mumble to myself, as I roll out of bed and try to open the door. "Come on!" I say, just not being able to reach the handle. "Humph, fine! I'll go get a chair." I said in defeat, getting a chair from the kitchen and pulling it to the door. Finally, it clicked. "You can't beat me, door!" I slide off the chair and cross my arms, smiling at the door as I open it and slide off the chair, walking outside and following the little dirt path. Hah. That stupid door couldn't beat me. I showed it who's boss. Oo! What's that? It's so cool! With its pretty wings and pretty movement! Wait, stop! Come back! No don't go! I took after the pretty thing, the grass tickling my feet. The wind pulled my hair back behind me like a cape. I liked capes, although my dad never let me have one. He said they were for boys. Pft. Whatever that means. Oh no! The pretty thing is getting away! Wait up! Wait... up... Mum...? Mum... I'm... thirsty... and... tired...

Bloody hell it's late. I'm just lucky he even LET me go by myself. It's hard enough hiding your face in a small crowd to get some milk. Let alone trying to hide a man taller than most people with an easily recognisable collar. But at least he didn't find me. I was told what would happen if he ever caught me. The description alone is enough to give you nightmares. Apparently, if he ever found me, he'd- ... Huh? Why is there... a girl...? Is she alright? Oh god... Is this a message? A... warning? ...Did he find us...? Wait... no... she's still breathing. Maybe... maybe she can still be saved...?