Fighting Fantasy

Prologue

Okay, so I know that I already started a book on here, and that i should really finish it before I right something else. But I got a little side tracked and now here I am writing something else. Anyways. I hope you like it. Please comment, and vote. Tell me how I'm doing, if you like it, if you don't, ohhh and don't forget to follow me. I will try to follow everyone back.

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We drove for miles and miles, never looking back. It was always like that. We ran away from fears, fears that we didn't know we had. We just drove and drove whenever our fears began to consume us, leaving the life we had behind. We never stayed in a place for more than 2 months. We never unpacked, but what was there to unpack when you were on the run. You pretty much had to leave everything behind, carry lightly so when you needed to suddenly leave, you could.

I never knew what it was we were running from, but my mother always told us to run, no questions asked. I had no reason to question her, so I did as I was told. But my brother wasn't the same, he wanted answers. He asked over and over again, yet he didn't get any. Deep down, that always made me wonder what she was hiding from us, but things that we didn't know couldn't hurt us, and I was okay with that.

I know, I shouldn't want that. I shouldn't not want the truth just because I want my life to stay drama free and happy, well as happy as it is. But to some extent, I am happy. It's a safe happy, call it what you want, but things aren't always as they appear. Some most then others, and I was, no, I am okay with that. Like I said, I have no reason to question my mother she would never lie to us for so long.