"No matter which path she took it, if it was left, or right, it always came back to the hangman's noose at the centre of the maze. There was only one way out."
Post shower, Athena stood in front of a mirror, looking at her battle scars, The butterflies of blue and black spreading across her stomach like a disease. She was going to Aprils house today, but feared about leaving her mum alone. She pulled her oversize top over her and peeled her leggings onto her sore skin.
Now its time to escape.
She opened her bedroom window, and slowly slipped through. standing on the roof, she felt the warm sun against her skin.Inhaling deeply she breathed in the air,fake. she walked across the flat roof, looked down, ready. She took a deep breath in with petite anxiety and evaluated that she should do feet first. She turned around. Allowing her feet to dangle down, slowing lowering herself, the nonexistence floor made her start to panic. but she trust her guts, and let go. Landing straight on her feet. A flow of relief filled her, she looked up. face to face with the window.
Face to the face with the beast on the other side.
There stood the women in black, her hair over her face. Eyes beaming with anger and the hunger to kill. She placed her hand on the window and tilt her head , revealing a gruesome smile.
However,
she shook violently, revealing a complete different expression, suddenly looking confused and did a innocent wave, turning around stroking her stomach.
What was that?
Athena turned around slowly and started to walk slowly. she could smell the freedom as she approached her garden back door. Suddenly she couldn't breathe air in general. Feeling a bony hand around her throat, she grabbed it, trying to pry open the hands but it tightened more. "M-mum" she struggled "please."
She whipped her hand away from her throat causing Athena to curl up in a coughing fit, but she wasn't finished.
She wanted Athena to suffer.
An immense pain of her mum pulling her hair , slowly dragging her to the house. Athena screamed in agony. begging her to stop, she knows if she goes back into that house she will not come back alive. She fought back. Yanking her hair out her grip and starts to sprint back to the garden door, but her weakness was against her, she smacked the floor hard. feeling nails dig into her foot as she is dragged across the plastic grass. Her screamed echoed through the whole neighbourhood, resulting into a sharp kick to the back of the head.
The phone
"I need to call someone , right?"
Her heart bursting out of her chest as they inch closer, and closer to the house. No matter how loud her screams were , people heard.
They just didn't care.
"Im going to fight"
Athena kicked her mums wrist away using her left leg, twisting her whole body around to weaken the grip on the wrist. Her mum let out a blood curling scream in frustration.
She was free
Run
The feeling of reaching that door, almost tasted sweet. Her shaking hands wrapped around the handle , the sound of footsteps loudened behind her. Her sweaty palms struggled to turn the handle, she panicked. Hearing the footsteps closer. She cried in frustration and yanking the door handle completely off.
It opened.
She sweet yet sour taste of petite freedom filled her from head to toe.
She dashed off, juss about missing her mums grip.
From a distance she turned around. Seeing her life giver stumble back inside.
Now out of panic, Athena can feel the damage of her body, having a minor heart attack. She fell into a coughing fit, basically coughing up her lung. Her heart throbbed like crazy and a warm trickle of blood ooze at the back of her head. She covered it in panic and started limping to Aprils house.
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Every step got harder, her energy perished from all the fighting and her heart still racing in panic, deep down she knows when she gets home, ow.
Her legs slowly grew heavier as if two weights hung from the base of her ankles, her shoes rubbing terribly at the back of her feet.
She felt the back of her neck, her hand vanished in life fluid, in garnish red.
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The Run-aWays (I)
Teen FictionBeing perfect isn't as important as being real. ~"Don't underestimate me. I know more then I say. I think more than I speak. And I notice more then you realise."~ Three teens starving for liberation. Thirsty for realness. As everything around them s...
