Yet Another Runaway's Tale

(EDIT 2/12/16: Yes, I know this story is terrible and while I'd delete it out of shame I'm kind of keeping it so I can laugh about it with friends.)

In a little village in the south of England, Carmen Stacey and her best friend Travis are living in a world of sweet nothing. But when things become sour, Carmen abandons her modern fairy tale life.

Just half an hour away is a different society, run by the corrupt LittleVilla family, with the eldest daughter, Kimmy allready on the run. When a series of events becomes illegal, Grace LittleVilla flees with local troublemaker Henry Sapphire.


6. Chapter Six~Carmen

18 hours later...

The room is dark.

I'm walking around my own room and yet it's alien to me. All of my photos of me and Travis are gone, my TV is missing and all my magasines too. In fact, someone's completly oblitarated my room, and tidied it up. I pick myself up from the ground and walk towards my door.

It's locked.

Why has someone locked my door? Oh I bet Jack's had something to do with this. Oh and there's a note on the door.

I'm doing this to keep you safe. My actions earlier were sick and unforgivable. I'm really sorry Carmen

xx Jack.

Well he can say sick and unforgiveable again. I couldn't stand up earlier. I start to walk around, getting my weak body used to moving again. I walk up to the door again, trying to open it, even though you'd think it to be pointless. But I'm starting to get scared of my own room. All of what i loved is gone, none of the doodles and pictures me and Travis did aren't there anymore, i'm completly alone.

The room is making me feel uneasy, nothing is familar, nothing is mine. A voice in my head keeps screaming: you have to get out of here!  But i can't, the door's locked.


I thought Jack was the one to save us. After what my dad did to mum I thought he was our knight in shining armor,

guess i thought wrong. He's just as bad. If not worse. Did he attack mum? Has he hurt Blue or Indigo? Or is it just me? I guess things aren't going to work out, he's been using mum as a bank to fuel his obsession. He never told us he was an alcaholic! And after all he said about getting me the help I needed, to make me normal again. My help was moving and meeting Travis, but now all is lost. There's only one way to make sure I can walk away from this.


I need to run.

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