Runaway

Leaving home

Hannah's POV

I had to get away from them.
A family was a safe place where everyone loves everyone and accepts people for who they are. This was not a family.
Silently, took my suitcase and began packing everything I might need. Then I dragged my suitcase out onto the landing. Luckily I lived in a bungalow otherwise my suitcase would make a lot of noise going down the stairs!
Before I left, I walked into my younger sisters room and spotted her snoring quietly in her pink bed. I saw her wheelchair in the corner and sighed. Would she be able to get by without me? Should I take her with me? No. She would only slow me down.
Shaking away all my thoughts, I walked out my sisters room, opened the front door and dashed out, dragging my suitcase behind me. I was off. Away from hell.  Away from my drink addicted father, my abusive stepmother , my three brothers and my only sister. Carrie.
I couldn't think about her now. Those types of thoughts would only confuse me as to where I needed to go.

And suddenly, I was there. Number 17 forest street. Filled with joy, I skipped up the gravel path and knocked on the bright red door. An old lady answered.

"Hello!" I chirped, "is Masie Moore in?"
"Masie Moore and her family have been dead for two years. Died in a car crash didn't they? I'm the new owner of this house. You better go, you'll wake my baby!" Then she slammed the door on me. Masie Moore, my best friend, dead! She was the only person who welcomed me into her life. She was like a sister to me. And now, gone! It didn't make any sense! Her family didn't even OWN a car, they only walked! This was so confusing. The only way she could have died was...
murder...

No, the only logical explanation was that they moved house or something. That old hag probobly wanted to scare me.
I ran to Hyde Park and started to cry on a bench. I cried and cried until I eventually went to sleep.