Blood. Sweat. & Tears. A 'Tobuscus' FanFiction

Chapter 1 - Escape

Chapter 1 - Escape

A cold sweat dripped upon my head. Not the sweat from running, but the sweat from anxiety. My heart pounded like a drum. I flickered my eyes uncontrollably. The cold sensation of the tile stings my cheek and my body bolts into a sitting position. Immediately regretting doing so as a dizzy feeling creeps its was into my head. I slowly look around the room, vision still blurry.

A small "What the?" escapes my lips as the memories of last night flood back into my mind along with all of the pain and scars.

I slowly stand on my feet and flip on the light switch. The girl who stares at me in the mirror has tear stains down her face. Her small amount of make-up was now smeared down her face in a mess that looked horrifying. I quickly grab a wash cloth and wet it with cold tap water. I gently wash off my make up and the tear stains disappear to. God how I hated my life. After I was done, I sighed and feared what I was about to face. I slide my hand around the door knob and slowly, and as silently as I could pull open the door and as stealthily as I could creep down the hallway, around the corner and down the stairs towards the front door. I grabbed my bag from next to cook hanger and slipped out the door. The moment I'm out the door I sprint as fast as I could out of that hell hole of a "home". Being 23 I could have left home alot sooner. I just didn't out of the fear of what my father would do to me. I constantly lived in fear and the scars on my body, both unwanted and self-caused, tell my story. As I slow to a leisurely walk, in my red and blue checkered flannel shirt, black skinny jeans and black converse, I realize I have no where to go. I just continue my walk until it starts to get dark. I know I was far away from "home" because i've never been to this part of L.A. I had practically been everywhere in this city, well that's what I thought. I spot a small community park and settle down with my old, black, Jan Sport backpack on an old park bench near a quaint little neighborhood, of small one-story homes on a nice incline hill. I sprawl across the bench and look up and see a tree halfway blocking my view from the stars. Beautiful. The perfect sight for me on my first night of freedom. My eye lids droop down and i'm as close to sleep as you can get when, I fall on my ass on the ground next to the bench out of pure fright as a man walks, no to fast for walking, wait is he rolling, by says a little to loud for my liking "hothothothothothot" What in the actual hell?!