Calvary

Chapter 5: Running Away

    It's nearly dawn. I look over my packing one more time. I have a pair of clothes, books, a map, a bit of money, and a loaf of bread. That should get me started. I unhang the painting on the wall revealing my small opening that I've been working on for months. Finally I can get out of this horrid nightmare I call home. Ever since my mother died my family and I haven't been the same. My father has gained a cruel temper and my brother just ignores it while he acts like a peppy fool. I'm not generally a cold and mean person to others but my mother gone has made me feel broken. She was my role model and guide. Without her I grew up like my father;cruel, cold, and mean. Others have caught on to that and started calling me a shrew. I wish I could be a happy and bubbly person like my mother but she's gone. That's why I want to leave. If I leave I could start over and be that new person. Live in a little cottage in the forest and have my own family. I don't care about living in luxury with all of the treasures at my finger tips; a life some would kill to have. I just want to be happy with how I live. Abigale Pangea is dead, but Olivia Clark has been born. I begin to grab my bag and throw it around my shoulder. Looking around my room one last time; all I see are years I spent mourning over my mother. Quickly I tied my little rope around my bed post and slipped through the little opening in my wall. Halfway through I think. Ryder won't ever see me again. I won't ever see him again.
"Good luck brother", I whisper to myself continuing to squeeze through. When I feel the cold night air whip around my legs I know I'm close to rebirth. I cling to the rope and start to slide down. I nearly burst with excitement when I land in the courtyard. Due to the festival most of the guards are out watching the trails and inns where the guests will be. Yet I still need to keep quiet for some are still on patrol. I crouch down behind a pillar and look around. I don't see any guards around so I decide to make a break for the walls. I catch my breath letting the cold night air pierce my lungs. The castle grounds are quiet and slightly peaceful with only the starry sky illuminating my surroundings. That piece is quickly interrupted with the sound of footsteps getting louder. I scurry around trying to find a place to hide, I find a rose bush and duck behind it. As I expected it wsas a guard on patrol. He looked around and continued on his way. When he was far out of site I ran to the garden. I pass the sweet scented roses and daisies to the big hedge. I crawl behind it to the rickety old door barely hinged to the wall. I carefully pull the handle revealing a narrow path leading to the forest. I have always been scared of this door. It has an unusual appearance. When I was younger I would never walk towards it. I take a deep breath and creep through. I must have closed it too loud because right when I'm about to walk into the forest I start to here loud stomps running towards the door. Not knowing what to do I run. I run like I never have in my entire life. I hear the loud stomps chasing after me. I run not even looking back. My feet ache from stumbling on the sharp and uneven forest ground. I keep running only looking at the ground. Suddenly, the stomping fades. I keep running but I decide to turn around. Thump! I bumped into something. When I look up I see a tall feminine figure with long curly hair down to her knees. She pins me against a tree. I shriek.