The Runaway

Pilot

The cold air brushed agaisnt my skin. To my demise, the jacket I wore doesn't do much to keep me warm from the snowy weather. I just arrived at the house. The rotten memories of coming home crying and the house tearing itself apart came crawling back to me. I was exhausted, tired from walking for miles on end.

What I had in mind wasn't such a good idea to many but its something that must be done. I picked the lock, opening the door and looked around as I entered. Honestly I'm glad I'm out of the freezing cold, even though inside was barely any better. The electricity was off since no one has lived here since I moved away.

It felt weird not only trespassing but being back here. I sigh, setting my backpack down as I sit at the kitchen bar. The chairs and tables were still here, more broken than before.

"At least the furniture is still here." I spoke through chattering teeth. Shivers crawled up my spine with goosebumps scattered across my bare skin as my body attempted to keep itself warm. I hugged myself in order to add a bit more heat to my body. "Maybe I should stay here. At least until tomorrow."

I immediately pulled out my phone and logged into social media, just to catch up on what family were doing. They were devastated that I left without warning, with no trace of why I left in the first place. They have to understand that I had to leave, I can't stay any longer than I should.

I put my phone away and walked around the house. The silence was kinda strange since I wasn't use to the house being empty and quiet. I walked into my old bedroom. The railing to my old bed and my old dresser was still here. Honestly I'm glad they're still here, the railing was squeaky and the dresser was extremely old. I peered through the window to see it has gathered more dust and cobwebs.

"I can see this hasn't changed one bit." I chuckled to myself. My smile grew pretty big as I remember a few of the good things that happened here. I walked to my brother's old room, his old giant tv was here, still taking up space as usual. Originally it was my great grandfather's tv but gave it to my grandmother. And she gave it to my brother, who only took it because he didn't want to upset her.

"Big daddy's tv. This barely worked." I smiled. I found myself heading towards the second living room. The room seems bigger without the furniture here. The memories of my brothers playing games and me complaining were brought to my attention. About an hour has past and I seem to still be looking through unpacked boxes and left behind luggage. I got up and dusted myself off. Shivering, I went upstairs to the first living room and sat on the bar that's separating the living room and the kitchen. I pulled out my phone and was immediately bombarded with texts and missed calls. "At least they still care," I sighed clearing my notifications, "but I can't respond right now."

The moment I put my phone away there was a knock at the door, bringing me out of my thoughts. I became more paranoid than I did when I left. I immediately got up to prepare for the worst. Why would anyone knock on an abandoned house? The knocking became louder and more constant, it seemed that the person on the other side grew impatient the more I didn't answer. I was too scared to pick up my feet to move, too scared to make a noise.

Before I could even react, someone burst through the door. His chocolate brown eyes locked with mine, making my cheeks burn red. I grew nervous by this as my body didn't know what to do with itself. He was 5'6 in height, had radiant caramel skin and a perfect body structure. My face grew hot as the memory of his presence came to mind. "H-how'd you find me?"

He didn't answer me; his eyes furrowed with anger, charging towards me. His knife pierced my shoulder making me gasp in pain. Scarlet red bled through my shirt, flowing out of the wound onto my body. I pushed the estranged man away making his stumble to the ground. I pulled the knife out of me and tossed it to the floor next to him. We lock eyes again and I could tell he was apologetic by the way he was acting.