Freyas POV:
I was running. My feet pounding. My heart thudding wildly. My eyes were wide and sightless, but there was nothing strange about that. The fear and panic I felt was all-consuming and I couldn't block it out. The terror was a black cloud, clogging my thoughts like tar. My lungs burned as though there were a thousand tiny knives in them that didn't like lungs. Air whistled in them, and rushed out with a fast exhale and the placing of a foot; the pushing of a stride.
It occurred to me that I wasn't running from something.
All my life, I had been running to something. Or, someone.
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FanficWhen Freya's world is turned upside down at a family get-together she finds herself struggling to hold onto reality. With all else lost, her and her sisters are left living on the streets with no one to turn to. Will they lose their grip on reality...
