I was running, running so fast that I couldn't even feel the wind rushing past my face. The strangest thing was, I didn't know what I was running away from, I just felt like I needed to. It wasn't for fun, I felt scared, frightened. I was running away from the only home I knew and I don't have a single clue why.
Realising my stupidity, I slowed down and strolled into the alleyway alongside
the Bakery. I looked around me at the dirty, mouldy, ancient town that I lived in. I'd never had the time to realise how horrid it was until now. Sheepishly, I felt around for a 'clean' spot to rest up against.
Suddenly, all I could see was pitch black. I screamed, but all that came out was a timid murmur.
I was being dragged away. But where? I tried to pull my hands up, but they were stuck, handcuffed. What was happening to me?
I screamed again, but still nothing came out loud enough for people to hear me.
I soon gave up. I was never going to get out from this...
