Safe

Chapter 1

Running that all i've done since i escaped. I don't know how i did it but i did. When i escaped i sold my body for money in order to get a safe house in a different state hopefully fair away from them. I know it's like oh my gosh how could you do that, that is horrible, but i was desperate and i need the money. I'll just drink my problems away right? That's how everyone tries to do it. I had to hitchhike my way to england but i'm here and i had plenty of money to rent a house, across the street from a house next to a hill.

(1 week later)

It's a nice little home i have. My room and a living room attached to a kitchen and a spare room next to the bathroom. Small but just what i would want, before they kidnapped me. When i got settled into my home as i was going to be i decided to take a shower. I had cuts and bruises, from my escape from norway. I walk into my cute little bathroom and look at myself in the mirror before i change myself completely, to keep in hiding. My hair was long and flowing but had a lot of twigs in it from the fern trees i ran through. My skin kind of pale from the darkness that had consumed me, in the dark seller i was kept in. All these things i could change, but the thing i couldn't change was my eyes, there were red, red as garnets, hard to hide and easy to spot. Maybe i will ust where sun glasses for the rest of my time hiding. That was one of the effects of the experiments they did, the others less likely to be seen unless i was under distress. But hopefully no one will find out about those. My warm feet slapped the cold floor of my shower as i walked in and set the diles to hot water the hottest i could get it. I lathered with soap and washed my hair, feeling the water beat my skin. After fully washing off i step out of my shower and head to my room to get ready for the day. When i reach my room im dry but i left little puddles leading to my room since didn't use a towel. I walk by my silk sheet bed and get to my dresser and through on a tank top and shorts. I need to cut my hair. I whisper to myself. As i'm walking to my bathroom i grab my hair clippers and my sunglasses. As i'm in my bathroom i feel my long hair one last time before i chop it all off. ( haircut is photo at the top). Now my hair was short and brown, then i slid on my black shade, to cover my eyes, they covered everything but were still kind of stylish. I did a good job doing my hair unrecognisable. When i was satisfied with the stile i went back to my room and changed into a microfiber t shirt, some nice jeans and my pink converse. After i put on my shoes i lastly grabbed my pink hoodie and walked to my living room. I was getting ready to head to the store, i was out of alcohol and i guess i could do with some more food. After i escaped i developed a drinking habit. So i grabbed my purse and strapped it to my hip and thigh, and began my walk to the store.

(Time skip to the store)

I was pushing my cart full of food and coke, but i still needed to get my alcohol, so i went down that ile. I looked and looked, i had almost missed it but there is was vanilla smirnoff on the top shelf. I stood on my tip toes and almost had it but i was just so short. But then a hand went past mine and grabbed it for me. I smiled and turned to thank the sweet person that helped me and was going to ask if he could get me the rest of them, when i was met with cold black eyes. But they were beautiful, although it looks like they had seen some shit you know. He has tall ash brown hair and a blue hoodie. As he handed me the bottle I smiled and noticed he wasn't alone. He had to other males with him, one with a green hoodie and drinking a cola. And another guy with a purple hoodie and a green overcoat staring at himself in a mirror. I looked back at the man in blue and said, is it possible you could get the other twelve bottles for me please. He stared at me for a second before he just shook his head and reached for the other ones. Thank you. I whispered shyly.