sneak a quick glance at the clock it read three pm meaning the rest of the kids would be getting out of hell right about now .” Let the hell raising begin . “ I sarcastically say before I roll my eyes I looked down at the wound , blood soaked cloth fills the space on my side . Wishing I could run away i don’t think tonight will be the best night with my condition .
4:00 pm ( Columbus Ohio )
“Mary dear a couple has asked to see all the blue eyed children could you come down please?” Miss Shyland yells up to my room . I hold my side as I get up in pain I walk down the old wooden stairs toys , crayons , and drawings scatter the old stairs . I hold onto the old unstable stairway railing . As I reach for the landing I get a little dizzy , I fall however I don’t fall all the way to the ground , Which I had already braced for impact when a pair of strong muscular arms catch me I had my eyes shut tight . Therefore I didn’t want to open . I look up to see a brown haired boy with frosted tips look down at me he smiles . His dark chocolate brown eyes make me wanna get lost in them forever .. “Hi my name is Zachary , what is your’s?” Zachary asked me “Marilyn ,” I say still staring in is eyes forgetting about how this would hurt my wound .
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Runaway
Ficção AdolescenteMarilyn Ashlee is an average female with a traumatic past that follows and haunts her . Marilyn at the time had been 16 years of age . Each mistake lead to a result and a life lesson . Her blood ran deep and cold each body she saw never did faze he...
