"NO STOP" I screamed, trying to get him of my throat. I couldn't breathe after that. I fell unconscious. I woke up, feeling extremely dizzy. I looked at my hands: they were dripping in blood. I sat up off the cold hard floor. "I need to get out of here!" I thought, and grabbed my phone and $10 off the counter, and snuck past my drunk step-father. I opened the door, "SCREECH". "OML CAN THIS DOOR BE ANY LOUDER" I ran out the door. It slammed shut. "Shit! That must have woken up my step-dad, but then again, he's too intoxicated to wake up, so surely he won't come after me." I carried on running through the quiet neighbour hood. I was alone. I started walking down the empty road.
After around 20 minutes of walking out the village, I sat on the edge of a curb. I had no food and no water, and I was in the middle of nowhere. I feel asleep on the sidewalk.. Cold and venerable. I slept for 2 days, starving and cold.
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The Night Of The Murder
Mystery / ThrillerTHIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETE- Summer (you're reading from her POV) wants to prove to society that she's not like her abusive parents, and wants to make a life of her own. Everything's running perfectly until one night... read on for more info ;)
