The Lunar Blue Series: Chasing Mila

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒

I woke up this morning in a hurry. If I were to leave, now would be the best time. I strip out of my pajamas and throw them into my bag, along with one full outfit. I have to pack light, or running won't be in my favour. I throw up my hair with a scrunchie and pull my black leggings over my bare legs. I slip on a grey tank top and a black hoodie, grabbing a pair of socks and putting them on as well. I pick up my bag and twist the door knob ever-so-lightly. It makes a creaking noise, but I persist. Shuffling down the stairs, I make sure that I don't knock one of the many frames on the wall. Most of my cousins and their sneering grins. Not a singular one of me. My parents in the frame beside the monsters I hate to call my Aunt and Uncle. I get the photo of my parents and take it out of the frame, slipping them into my pocket. I lace my shoes, sitting on the bottom step. Check the time; 2:46 AM. With a deep breath, I push open the front door and sneak out into the darkness. I close the door and turn on my heel, running. My arms pumping beside me to power by body. Leaving behind everything I have left. My family, even though they hate me, my belongings, not like there were much left, a warm house and food. I dart into the woods surrounding the house and hurl myself over the barbed fence. Nothing but pure darkness ahead of me, pain behind. My knees ache and my heart throbs as I make my way through the trees. I briefly stop, looking behind me at the house. The light in my room flicks on. I continue forward and plow through the tall weeds, crossing a dark line on the ground. I don't stop. My feet burning with each pace, each stride. If the log on the ground wouldn't have been there, I would've been able to escape. I tripped, laying on the ground with a now-wounded ankle. My cousin, Blake, rushes towards me with anger in his eyes.

"You wretch," he spits as he grabs my arm harshly.

"Let me go!" I scream.

"Mom, Dad, I found her! I got her!" He laughs as he yells in the direction of the jail that I tried to escape from.

He pulls me to my feet and my ankle gives out. I fall to the ground again.

"Get up you fool!" He angrily pulls me to my feet again, forcing me to walk alongside him.

I smack him in the face and he raises a hand to me as well, knocking me to the ground, my ears ringing. The world going black, slowly. As I close my eyes I hear his scream. I hear his flesh ripping and his fall to the cold, hard ground. I open my eyes one last time, only to see him running back towards the house, leaving me here alone. Bright blue eyes piercing into the mere depths of my soul. Everything goes black.

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I wake up to a room very unfamiliar to me. The natural light of the setting sun beaming through a window, shielded by a light, clear white curtain. I direct my eyes towards the comfortable bed that I am in. The quilt on top of me, not too heavy, not too light. Blue with little white stars on it. I check beneath the blankets. Still in my black leggings, but in a different, large, green shirt. The walls are painted dark blue, the baseboards a bright white. I have never been here. I wince in pain as I move my legs from beneath the blanket and step onto the floor beside me. I try to stand up, but my ankle still has different intentions. I grab onto the black night-table and knock off a lamp accidentally. It makes a loud thump noise on the ground beside me and I hear foot steps come up the stairs. I try to get back into the bed but my hand slips, yet again, and I land on my bottom on the wooden floor. The door opens and before me stands a boy, about 17 years old, in jeans and a black t-shirt. I try to move away from him but he comes my direction and lifts me back onto the bed.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I am not going to hurt you," he says softly as he holds out a hand. "I am Oliver. What is your name?"

I look at his hand and ignore it.