Broken But Healed

Chapter One: The Beginning

I lay on the bed, restless, trying to fall asleep. I had to wake up early in the morning, and I had planned to go to bed early, but somehow sleep was miles away from me.

Tomorrow is the day.

The thought gave me a hollow feeling in my stomach. I had been planning this for years now, and tomorrow was the day.

I turned on my side, thinking about my decision.

Should I or should I not?

I definitely should. I couldn't take this hell of a life anymore.

I thought once again about my plan, and got up to check my stuff for the millionth time.

I got out of bed and reached out for the light switch.

No. If he saw the light coming from my bedroom.....I supressed a shudder and fumbled around in the darkness for my flashlight.

My hands finally touched a familiar object, my flashlight. As soon as I switched it on, faint light flooded the room.

Three steps from my bed was the loose floorboard, my very own locker of the only belongings I actually cared for.

Three counted steps from my bed, and I wrenched open the loose floarboard. I shone my flashlight down and saw what I was looking for, my rucksack.

I heaved it out. Gosh it was heavy. How am I gonna carry this thing?

I opened the zip. I hadn't packed clothes, the worst decision ever probably. But I didn't want anything reminding me of this place.

Of him.

I groped inside, checking what all I had packed.

Weapons first.

Pepper spray, check.

Rope, check.

Pen knife, check.

First aid kit, check.

Extra pair of socks, check.

Suddenly my hand touched something hard. My book.

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

I don't know why I kept it, it only added to the weight. I just didn't feel right without it.

Cash. It was the second most important thing I needed.

These $700 were my savings of more than four years. I knew this was why I saved them.

I reached for the smallest pocket in the rucksack. I took out a faded piece of paper from the pocket.

I unfolded it and read it again. It was an old crumbled piece of papet with just three words scribbled across it.

Never give up.

I had found this piece of paper when I was six, a year after my mom....

Oh damn, it was almost three in the morning, and I had to wake up at five.

I re-packed everything, tossed it under the floorboard and went to bed, still having the hopeless hope that maybe I'll get some sleep.

Author's note

Hi guys. This is my first try ever at writing anything, so please go easy on me and feel free to point out any errors, as English is definitely not my first language. I know the plot us really loose right now, but I promise it will get better. Love yall munchkins xxx