Something about this situation I was in made me want to die. I didn’t know where I was and all I could do was run, run for my life no one could here my silent screams that escaped from my mouth. It was hopeless, I was hopeless.
I have been running for a while I was beginning to get tired but I couldn’t stop now not after that , I had no choice but to keep running. It was getting dark I needed sleep desperately. My run became in to a jog that became into a walk my breathing pattern had changed dramatically I sounded like a dying horse , to be honest I felt like one too.
I tripped over a tree stump causing me to lapse into a stretch of mud, as I fell I noticed what seemed to look like footprints but not animal prints , human prints. I pinched my self to make sure it was not a dream I have been running for miles who could possibly be out this far into the woods?
I fell asleep and woke as the sun was rising the prints were still there. I had to do what every other teen would do if they were in my position, with that I followed them all they way to what came across as a abandoned house.
I dared myself more than once to go in but as much as I wanted to I couldn’t bring myself to it, instead I waited, I waited for the person who left the prints to come out they had to at some point for food I certainly didn’t see any sign of a shop close by. The autumn wind blew violently among the trees leaving my hair in a severe wind swept style.
I found myself camping outside the house night after night, waiting for at least a sign of life within the area I had found myself in. then finally the day came they day I saw smoke from the cob-webbed chimney. I dared myself once again to knock and see who awaited me but this time I did I saw my legs forcing them self towards the dusty tea stained door the next thing I knew my had was knocking its self on the door my body was saying yes but I was shying away. I found myself stood in front of a tall dark figure his voice cold and wispy “and what business do you bring” I stood speechless expecting my body to take control of me once again but nothing. I felt his stare upon my face it was as if I was being stabbed with 1000 knifes. The man grabbed my wrist forcefully and pulled me in he sat me down and presented me with a note, the note had my name written in thick black letters. Had he been expecting me ? Maybe he saw me through a glass ball running hopelessly away from my fears but either way he knew my name. I opened the note carefully as if my life depended on it, I didn’t want to read it but his stare was still on me, he didn’t have to say to me to unfold it his stare was enough I carried on opening the note I didn’t want to read it but with his stare he could make me do anything it read *your fate lies within you.* he saw I was confused and led me out the door he locked it leaving me once again alone in the woods.
What could this note possibly mean? I saw my legs pick up a pace running back the way I had came I no longer had any fears or a reason to be running away I found myself at the street that I live in with MISSING posters every where with my face on I sprinted to a house I had once seen before, it was my house I knocked on the door and welcomed with tears and hugs. Why on earth did I ever leave before what ever came into my head.
A Few Days Later…
I have a clear memory of why I left the same reason I feel I want to do it again. The screaming and violence had started again so much for a loving family.