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I don't know if I should continue with this book. I feel like I did a terrible job at writing the whole thing, comment below what you think.
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"Ellie?" Danny's voice sounds cautious.
"Yeah?"
"What did you think I was going to do?"
"N-nothing," I reply, stuttering.
"Are you sure? Are you okay? What's wrong?" Danny pops a lot of questions at me.
"No, I'm not fine, I'm not okay, and what's wrong? Well, it all started when I was little," Danny and I made our way to the couch in his parents' living room. we both sat down as I continued with my story.
"My dad was an alcholic," My mom's car horn beeped, signaling that she was here and it is time to leave. I jumped up, and grabbed my jacket and shoes. Danny did the same and we both walked out the door. "Where are your parents anyway?" I ask Danny.
"My mom stayed the night at her friend's house, she is probably wasted right now," Danny giggled.
"And my dad is on a week long business trip."
"Cool," I say as Danny and I pile into the back of my mom's green jeep.
"Mom, where exactly are we going?" I ask her politely.
"I'm taking you back to the hospital, so they can finish questioning you,"
"That's it?" I ask, very confused, I haven't kept food in my stomach for a whole week and all they want to do is question me?
"Are you sure that's it, mom? I ask again.
"I'm sure, Ellie."
"Oh, okay." I knew exactly what was going on, and I was not going to let them force feed me.
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We we're right in front of the hospital and I still didn't have a plan. We all hopped out of the car and made our way to the front doors of the hospital. Me, still feeling a bit weak, ran. I ran as fast as I could, I heard Danny and my mother yelling behind. But I just kept running. I honestly didn't know where to go. But then a place popped into my head. My sprint slowed down to a speed walk. I walked down Willow street and turned right. I then walked that way for a while until I reached Jule street. I continuously picked up my feet, left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. And I reached my destination. To most people, it just a vancant house. But to me it was much more. It was my childhood, where I grew up. the fall cold stung my nose. I shuffled my feet over to the back of the house, continously checking to see if anyone was following me. I walked up to my bedroom window I don't know if it is unlocked. I pushed the framed glass in the direction that it opens. It didn't budge. I soon got frusturated with the piece of crap and walked over to my mom's old garden, picked up a rock and stomped back to my old window. I threw the rock at the window and it shattered. I climbed through the window, getting bits of glass stuck in my hands, arms and thighs on my way. I shook off the stinging feeling and looked around my room. I don't come here to often, but my mom does know that if I run away, I go here. So I'm not lost or missing in any way or form. I have a pain in my stomach. Shit. I haven't eaten in a week. I need some form of food. Not a lot of food, like a half of a sandwitch. "Hungry to bed, hungry to rise, makes a girl a smaller size." I whisper to myself. I take a deep breath. What the hell am I going to do? I stand up and make my way over to my old mirror. it is cracked, but can still be used for its purpose. I stared at my reflection for a little, then sat down in fetal position and just cried.
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