Caged

Running away

By the end of the day I was seriously considering running away. My uncle had got worse. The more he shouted at me the more sure I was that I would run away. I packed all my belongings, though it wasn't much. I waited until my uncle was asleep and crept out into the dark night. I ran and ran. I wasn't sure where I was going but I just kept running. I was exhausted, I was gasping for breath. I felt dizzy, I needed to sit down... My head was spinning and my whole body was throbbing like crazy. I crawled under a prickly bush and almost immediately I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up with scratches all over my skin. The butch had scratched me all over. I was beginning to doubt my decision. I had no food, no money and nowhere to go. What was I going to do? I couldn't live in the street for the rest of my life. I walked around the village. I was cold, hungry and tired but I felt so free. No one could tell me what to do, I made my own decisions and went by my own rules. I roamed the streets for about an hour but after a while I stopped because it was heartbreaking seeing all these lovely things but knowing I had no money. What was I going to do?