Run

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Authors note: I usually never put these notes in the front for professional reasons, but I believe I need to specify a couple of things first before you continue reading. This book will not be edited any further on Wattpad due to how I will be publishing it soon possibly on paperback and/or online in an eBook form. However, I do accept all feedback (including critiques, which I still look for) to improve it for when I publish it. So, with that said, this book is not the full content in which will be shown in the published version, for things have drastically changed for the better from critiques given to me as well as editors who have pursued editing it. Just wanted to specify. Thank you! Authors note revised and rewritten 4/6/16

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:Prologue:

The pain and suffering of that night sweeps over my mind, along with the swirling images and colors to blur my world even more. I grip tightly onto the table beside me, hoping the memories will pass, but I no longer can stop them from coming...

Laying helplessly on the cold wooden flooring was my mother, her blonde hair matted and splattered with blood as the bullet hit straight through her skull. I screamed out in disbelief and horror as I launched myself to her, doing anything in my will to try and help her.

"Mom?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, successfully blurring my vision. "Mom?" I blurted out again, louder than before, becoming angry that she wasn't responding to me. My shrill scream broke the silence once again as I  pounded my fist onto the ground. I looked back down at her gentle features: the loving face that always smiled when I came into the room and those deep green eyes that reminded me so much of the tall pine trees that covered the radius outside. All of that was gone now, only memories in my head.

I didn't let my tears get the best of me, though, for I wanted to know who had done such a sin right now! Quickly, I got up from the ground and spun around our small, windowless, white-tiled kitchen, trying to look for anyone who could have done such a thing. As if on cue then, my father walked around the corner of the kitchen, entering to greet me with a gun in his hand.

"Did you do this?" I whispered to him, pointing a shaking finger towards my pale white mother sprawled across the floor beside me.

"She deserved it,"  he responded darkly, wiping off the blood smeared on his gray jacket and walking over to me.

"She didn't deserve any of this! You no good-" Before I could finish my sentence, though, I saw him pull the trigger of the pistol, sending the bullet to fly beside me and into the wall. I was shocked, more than shocked, I was afraid of what he had become.

"You better not speak to me in that tone," he ordered, walking fast over to me and hauling me up off the ground. I kicked and screamed for him to let me go, but with a toss, he threw me down the stairs, sending me tumbling and tumbling until I hit the cold basement floor. With a groan, I felt every bone in my body stab me, almost like I had broken all of them completely.

I then laid there at the bottom of the staircase, terrified by what had just happened. My dad had brutally killed my mom- murdered to be exact- and I had no idea why. I did know one thing, though: I was hopeless and my life was going to be changed forever.

"Carnate," my dad said as he came down the staris, closing the basement door behind him and leaving my deceased mother like garbage...to rot. I watched him come closer, and I could see my life shortening with each step he took towards me. Once he hit the last step and landed on the ground, I cowered in the corner hoping to god he wouldn't kill me off...like my mother had just been.

"What happened no longer than a minute ago...that's only for us to know," he told me, kneeling down to my level, the gun still locked in his hands. "And if anyone does find out about this..." he trailed off, looking me straight in the eye. "You might just end up like your mum up there. Now, you don't want that... do you?" he harshly asked, digging the gun into my chest.

My breath caught as I tried to breathe steadily, but soon my nerves got the best of me and I was a wreck. I shook my head, not knowing what was even going to happen yet, and watched as he removed the gun from me, stood up fast and brought me with him as he walked deeper into the basement.

I was truly shocked about my mom dying...I still hadn't digested it yet. In better terms: because it still felt like it all was one big nightmare that when I woke up, my mom would be there holding me close to her and telling me everything would be just fine.

But nothing was just fine- or ever could be, it seemed. Not to mention that things only got worse, most definitely when Camic came back into my life.