Runaway
Am I just lucky to run away before the disaster strikes… or does the disaster strike because I ran away?
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It’s funny what can start a habit, isn’t it? Sometimes you’re scared that something will happen, so you do something once, and then you start doing it over and over again.
That’s what happened to me.
For you to understand this story, you need to know something: Someone hurt me once a long time ago, when I was really young. I haven’t trusted anyone ever since.
The summer before the 3rd grade, when I was 8 years old, we moved to a new town. Which meant going to a new school. I wasn’t excited for that; but then I realized it could also mean a new start.
I’m not really sure if anyone would actually be mean to me at my new school. I didn’t really give the kids a chance to be my friend or enemy. I just didn’t talk to them. I mean sure, I was lonely, but I wasn’t getting hurt was I? Whenever someone came near me, I would run away from them. I didn’t want to risk it.
Ever since them, I’ve kind of been running from my problems. I’m not proud of it or anything, but if I run away, then no one can hurt me.
I ran from bullies when I was 8.
I ran out of my school when I was 10.
Now, when I’m 13, I’ve run away from my family.
And I haven’t had any regrets.
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My story begins soon. I just want to explain a few things:
First, I didn’t run away because I had family issues or anything. Please don’t think, “Oh that girl needs to go home.” I left for a reason: I had to protect my family. I couldn’t risk them getting hurt. Sadly, just after I ran away in the middle of the night, my house caught fire. My father died in that fire.
Second, just so you know, it’s been nearly a year since I ran away. It will be exactly a year tomorrow. Over the past year, I’ve been thinking a lot. I’ve realized that a couple seconds after I run away, a disaster always strikes where I had run away from. And I’ve been wondering: Am I just lucky to run away before the disaster strikes, or does the disaster strike because I ran away?
It sounds far fetched, but it really isn’t all that hard to believe when you really think about it. The idea scares me a little. I tell myself all these nightmares, and these disasters that I cause are my demons. My demons that are trying to take over my life. They’re chasing me around, and I have to get away. You know that person I mentioned at the beginning of the story? The one that hurt me? That was my worst demon- the only one that has ever managed to catch me. That’s part of the reason I run so much; I have to out run the rest of them.
And lastly, I’m not going to tell you everything that happened after I ran away. If I wrote that, it would be a full length book, and this story can only be 3-5 pages. So I’m starting a little later on.
Now that you understand that, you may continue on to my story.
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I was being cornered. There was too many of them. I looked around for any escape, but there wasn’t one. I was trapped. My heart was beating fast, and I was panicking. I tried moving around them but they wouldn’t move. So this was how I was going to die. I was so young… How could I be killed by-
I woke up from my nightmare, breathing hard, and covered in a cold sweat. I sat up and ran a hand through my shoulder length black hair. I was on the ground, in the middle of a forest near my old family cottage. I had adapted to living here over the past year, since I had run away.
