Run

RUN!

Chapter 1

It started out like any other day; Coldplay buzzing in my headphones while I had a pen in hand and was drawing on my converse (yes I was that bored). I was done with homework, my brother wasn't drunk, and track didn't start for another month. I listened to the old Coldplay music, old because it was around when my great grandmother was. Yep, you guessed it was 2201 the beginning of the 23rd century. It was the beginning of the end or so my brother's girlfriend saw it. She was the reason behind my brother being drunk and hitting me. I still have deep gashes in my arm from the last time. My mom was, from the words of a Carrie Underwood song, 'an angel in the ground' now that I thought about it my whole life was a Carrie Underwood song. I think it was called Blown Away? Anyway my mom was a kind woman she always thought the lux, the laws that told us who we were, what we did, and what our purpose was, where cruel they took out anyone who refused to do as they were told from there rankings. Rankings where what we were given to categorize us in life. You were either workers also known as Jallers, feeders known as lackers, or in the military also known as mourlins. Each have a specific reason they are there. To protect, to make money for others, or to help feed and care for others around them. Lewis, scince he was 26 was in Jallers which meant I was stuck working my butt off and blah blah blah blah blah and all that crap. When it's my turn to choose how I was going to 'help' the community I would book it. Head off for the woods and run my little heart out. After all it was what I was good at for heaven's sake I was so wrapped up in running away from everything and everyone that I got a tattoo of a bird on my wrist. It reminded me of what I wanted to do with my life fly off and never look back. I would find a safe haven and a remote one at that.

"Rian!" Lewis slurred. Great he was drunk again I was ready for my punishment which wasn't really anything. I dropped my pen which had new bite marks on it and walked out the door whilst ripping my ear buds out. His eyes were puffy and blood shot and  his hair was all scraggly he grabbed my wrist and spoke his breathe reeked off alcohol. "Where is the Jack Daniels?" He whispered threateningly. " I think your good on the alcohol tonight and if you don't like my answer go waste yourself somewhere else." He didn't like that answer. He brought his hand up and a large crack was heard. My hand flew up to my check. His girlfriend was giggling in the corner.

"Oh get lost bimbo!" I screamed at her. he grabbed a fist full of my hair yanked me back and slammed my head against the wall. all feeling went away  and was replaced with white hot rage.I lunged at the guy who was supposedly my brother.. All of a sudden I was on the floor and the air was being kicked out of my lungs. I hardly felt anything anymore. He started beating me when mom died and it was just me and him. Our dad walked out in us. i was 8 when it started  and i was now 17 but it never really hurt which was strange. I ran upstairs so I wouldn't have to face the beast.

I locked my door and I heard pounding from the other side. I looked at myself in the full length mirror that was once my mothers. I looked like her with chestnut hair falling about mid-back. it was scraggly now with blood stains making it sticky. there was a large gash on my forehead but nothing that a little cleaning would fix. Blue cloudy eyes as big as saucers and a thick frame that made me look strong even though I am. The pounding outside my door seized. I grabbed my book bag. Screw it I'm not going to leave in a week  from now when the ceremony took place. No I was going to leave today I've had it. I grabbed my glasses, my contact solution, case, extra sets, five extra sets of clothes, my Oreo stash, my tooth brush, hairbrush, hair ties, and bobby pins (I don't actually need them they just release the stress by chewing on them). I didn't know if my grey tank top and sweatpants ( with amazingly large pockets) would be enough so I grabbed a blue and white zip up sweatshirt and jumped out of our 2 story house. I landed on my feet but stumbled a few steps. Man this was going to be a tough night.

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.Am i good? and if so and you want to keep reading o each week im gonna try and update and there will be a song with each chapter. Also if you guys have any ideas for songs cast and other things please comment below. 

Eat, Sleep, Read, 

Zoe :)