I was born and grew up in a home where love was not said, nor shared. I was taught to sit up straight everywhere I sat, chew with my mouth closed, and respect my elders. I was taught many rules, and I followed them all. Except for one. My mom and dad said to never leave the house without permission. You see, if I were to break even the smallest rule, I would have a hard slap,punch, push or shove; and always a yell or a scream. My dad would call me worthless, pathetic, and nothing. My mom would call me stupid, retarded, and not lady-like (which I never wanted to be) As time went on, and the pain got worse, I started to get sick of the way I was being treated. I was 10. I climbed out my bedroom window to meet the beaming face of the moon. It was a warm, summer night, and the humid air brushed against my cheeks causing my eyes to be blocked by my wavy brown hair. I quietly and delicately closed the window, and carefully made my way down the roof step by step. My parents were to busy screaming at each other about things I had never heard before that I would assume I shouldn't say. My dad had left a ladder out from cleaning the gutters earlier, which gave me the perfect chance to escape. I climbed down the ladder, until my feet touched the soft, plush grass. I glanced over my shoulder at our house. It was a small, blue house with paint chipping off every few inches on the rickety old boards that the house sat on. All the lights were off, except one, in the kitchen where my parents were battling. I instantly broke into a hard sprint, feeling the hot wind flow through my hair. My feet were on fire when I was running down the street, though I didn't know when or where to stop. I ran for a long time into the night, where I came to a large, open field. The field had tall, large grass, which was slowly swaying under the light of the moon. It was 2:00 in the morning, so I found a place to lay down. I counted the stars above me, glowing bright, as I slowly drifted asleep, hoping my parents would never find me.
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ActionMy name is Elizabeth. My parents abused me, so I ran away. They caught me. I ran again. They are after me. My parents are not human though, in fact they have powers, few know, and it should remain that way. Help me.