They Call Me Red

No one really knows her name but people call her Red for her bright-red, long hair. She is rather shy and kept her head down, mainly nose stuck in a book. No one knows her secret and she does not plan on telling anyone. "Just keep your head down and don't become too attached or he'll find you." is what she tells herself day in and day out as she ran from town to town. She had escaped a prison camp, it wasn't her fault that she was there, but she was being held against her will. Having to do hard labor everyday was only the least of it. She had escaped that horror, that back-breaking terror; more importantly she had escaped him. Yet, while she was in the world of terror, she made friends. Strangely, all of them red heads. No one knew each others names but it didn't matter. When she escaped, she had ran from the people she cared most about, and that's what she had found she most wanted. When she met a young man who knew of this prison, she found she could get the people she cared most about free. The reasons for reading became more powerful as her imagination was her strength and she started to trust this young man. Yet, her weakness, was falling for this boy. What would happen when she found out that this boy was he whom she ran from? --NOTE: this is a first draft thus I haven't gotten to editing. Once I finish the story, I will go back and edit.--