I kept running and running, trying not to look back. Not wanting to ever return to my past. My past of abuse, and hate. My own family betrayed me. It was a shame to have me in their family. And all because I was different. I was special. I had powers, like no other person. No other person I have ever know of. But then again, I haven't met many people. Living in a small community out on the hill side. I figured no one would notice I was gone, so I figured running was the best option other than death, but I didn't want to end my life.
I ran away because I knew this would be the only way to leave my bad memories, and even the few good ones, to erase them from my life and try to make new memories. Running away at the age of 14 was going to be hard. Not knowing where to go, or how I will survive. But my thoughts kept wondering back to one thing; my powers, and wondering if anyone else had them too. The question continued to buzz through my mind. Wondering if their were others in my family had these powers or if I was just a freak. As my thoughts of others were wondering throughout my mind, I then remembered I was running. I got caught up in the moment of too many things going on, not knowing if I should concentrate on running or on my mind.
All of a sudden I tripped over a branch, causing me to hit my head against the hard ground, falling unconscious...
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Thanks. :) It still needs A LOT of work!
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