Abigail Evans enjoys very few things; living isn't one of them.

She's been abused for years by her father, as well as being bullied at school by her classmates. Hell, even the teachers bully her. But Abigail isn't going to let them win. So she does the one thing she can think of.

Run away.

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3. Chapter 3

“Don’t you understand? I’m never changing who I am!” I sing into my camera, playing the last notes on my keyboard. Not my computer keyboard though, my piano one. I say my thanks to all the viewers and end the video, going to edit in a few things and start uploading it.



I just recorded me singing It’s Time by Imagine Dragons since it’s Sunday. I upload videos every Sunday and I forgot to do it beforehand so I’m doing it now! I quickly upload it to YouTube since it’s already getting late.



I lay down on my bed while it uploads, thinking of how I relate to that song. I find myself lost in my thoughts about it, thinking way too deep about it.



I realise that all I ever wanted isn’t what I really do want. What I do want, I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever know what I’ve really wanted. But what I don’t want is attention. I don’t want people to know about me, my past, or right now. I don’t want to be famous or anything, I’m happy just the way it is now.  I want to keep it all to myself because it’s just easier.



“It’s time to begin, isn’t it?”




Is it really the time though? Is it time for me to realise this I’ve had enough of this bullshit yet?



“The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell, right to the top.”



I think I know exactly what this means. It means that you have to go through a lot of pain and agony to get to someplace happy or blissful. Because you can’t really have happiness if you don’t know what pain is. You can’t have happiness if you don’t have bad times.



I think I should go, I really do. But where would I go? Where can I go where I wouldn’t know anyone there?



I’m not going to a place that’s hot. I really like rainy, cold weather that forces me to wear a jacket or coat. I walk over to my laptop and go to Google, searching “Rainy places to live”



I find a Yahoo Answers thing and decide I might as well trust that.



Saint-Petersburg in Russia...



London, England…



Dublin, Ireland…






Seattle, America…



Things like those I found. So now I’m torn between Scotland and London, England. I’m most definitely not going to Russia, I know absolutely nothing about Russia at all. Although, I wouldn’t find anyoneI’d know.



London and Scotland are both lovely places and it would be nice for a bit of a change of this freezing cold Minnesota weather.









I don’t even know. I decide to make my own Yahoo Answer thing asking the public, I don’t think I trust all those travel sites since they only show one side of the issue.



It takes a while to be honest, and even though I only got a few answers, they said London; more things to do there, more experiences.



I grab my big suitcase, filling it with all that I can. My shoes won’t fit though, they’re too chunky. I run into my en-suite and grab my toothbrush, toothpaste, hair products, etc. Putting them all in a mini bag, I close my suitcase after doing a few checks’ so I have everything. And I do. I sigh; it took me over an hour to do just that. I can just buy more clothes and shoes when I get there.



I decide it’s time to find my flight. It’s around three in the morning so I sneak down into the closet my father keeps all his money and credit cards. I grab a few thousand dollars and two credit cards for the flight payment. I need to switch the money for pounds when I get there, they won’t accept American money. Running quietly back up the stairs, I lug the money along with me. I quietly close my bedroom door and look for flights for today. I find one, well two. I would have to stop in New York for about two hours but then I’m off to London!



I smile in achievement. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I stuff the money in my suitcase and make a video to my fans saying I’m moving locations, they seem to encourage it. But of course I didn’t tell them about my dad and my friends. Some things need to keep unspoken.



I also write a note to them. To my dad. And my friends. Saying how I’m leaving and won’t be coming back anytime soon. I left it on the kitchen counter hoping they’ll see it eventually.



I check the time, I should be heading off to the airport, and my flight is leaving in about two and a half hours. I slip on my Converse, my only pair I’m bringing with me. They’re my black high-tops. I’m leaving about 5 pairs at home which makes me a bit upset. Thinking about it, I decide to grab a smaller bag and put all my Converse and some Vans in there. I can’t afford to lose that many pairs of shoes! I won’t have enough money when I’m in London to replace all my shoes.



-- Outfit in external link because I can --



 I drive to the airport as fast as I can, just in case. Stopping by the airport gift shop, I buy a packet of gum and some magazines to keep me company. As usual, the magazines have One Direction on the front cover. That’s really the only reason I’m buying them!



I find my flight place and sit down in an empty chair. Waiting for about thirty minutes before hearing my flight, I slowly rise from my chair and yawn. Realizing that it’s about five in the morning, and that I have school. I’ll call and say that I’m canceling my schooling there.



I hop on the plane (not literally) and pop in a piece of gum, it’s supposed to help with the taking off of planes. I turn off my phone and iPod waiting for the flight attendant to say we can turn them on again. Since I used my father’s credit card, I bought first class tickets. The seats are nicely spaced out so I have lots of room to stretch out and sleep. I tune out the flight attendant going through all the safety precautions and rules, thinking about what London will be like.



Probably rainy and cold, I’m used to it though, I do live in Minnesota. I did. When the flight attendant tells us it’s okay to turn on your electronics, I fish my iPod and Beats out of my bag, putting my songs on shuffle. I spit out my gum and look out the window. I could see the sun rising and the clouds are pink and orange.



The flight attendant asks if I want breakfast of some sort, I ask for a bagel with strawberry cream cheese and some orange juice.  She nods and walks away, coming back in only a few minutes.



I consume the food and juice; I hadn’t eaten for a few hours. I play my music and sit back, falling asleep with the beautiful voices of Ed Sheeran, Nina Nesbitt and One Direction.



“Miss? We’re landing.” I hear, as someone shakes me awake.



“Thanks,” I respond, with a fake smile, just like hers.



I step off the plane minutes later and walk into this New York airport, I’ve never been here so this is a new experience.



I can only say one word about New York:







- - - - - - - -




Even though I’ve been in New York for just an hour or so, I can say it’s wonderful! Everyone expects it to be all city and traffic but it’s not. There are trees and grass and flowers, there’s nature. If I ever move somewhere other than London, it’s going to be New York. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay for long; I have to catch my next plane going to London!



The seven hour flight is going to be long, my iPod is dying and I can’t charge it on the plane, because, well, it’s a plane. I’ll just look out the window or talk to someone I guess, there’s nothing else to do on a plane.



Hold on a second.



I could play Dares by myself on the plane! That would be so awesome!



“Flight 48645 is now boarding.” I hear in the intercom (using random numbers!), I pick up my Micky Mouse carry-on bag and head towards the gates. The process repeats. Sit, wait, and listen.



When the plane takes off, I pull out my diary, deciding to write another entry.




June 1st, 2012



I know I haven’t written an entry in a while, I’ve been thinking. So, here I am, on a plane. I decided that I would run away, if you’d call it that. I packed up my bag and bought some tickets to New York, and lastly to London. Just because there wasn’t a direct flight from Minnesota to London, I wasn’t expecting that though. I just got on the plane to go to London, New York is beautiful though. If I ever want to move again, I’m going to New York. Sure I was only there for a few hours, but it was really, really pretty! I’ll be coming back for that city someday.



I’ve also been thinking more about One Direction to be honest, they’re just a lot more amazing to me and at this point, I would really do anything to be like, best friends with them or something. They seem like really nice lads. If I can’t date them, I want to be best friends with them, simple! I think I’ve read too much fanfiction though. There’s a very small chance that I’m going to meet One Direction.



I better get going, I want sleep before I get to London.


Love always,






I close my diary and put it back in my bag. What to do, what to do… I look at the people around me and decide to make a friend, just because I’m crazy and bored. I see a girl, around the age of thirteen. Just by looking at her face I can tell she’s upset and stressed out. There’s no one next to her.



What the hell?! Where are your parents?!



I ask her mentally. I decide that staring is rude, so I walk over, a smile on my face.



“Hi!” I say, plopping down on the seat next to her. She looks startled, but of course she is. If someone popped out of nowhere, wouldn’t you be too?!


“Hey,” she responded after a minute or so.


“Why are you sitting here all alone? Where are your parents?” I ask her in the calmest voice that I have, I didn’t want to scare her off or something! She’s still young; she doesn’t deserve to be scared by a crazy penguin like me. Although, I don’t think that penguins are very scary.


“I came by myself…” She says, uncomfortably. I sit there, shocked for a second.



“Why are you by yourself?”  



“Because I was so sick of my parents bossing me around, hitting me. I’m sick of life back in New York, it’s bulllshit!” You could hear the anger coming out in her voice, I guess she was in the same situation as me though, it’s understandable. I haven’t figured out how I haven’t burst out in anger, I’m stressed out most of the time and I feel the anger inside but it just doesn’t really show on the outside.



“Babe,” I say before pulling her into an awkward side hug, “it will get better, I promise. I’m in the same situation as you so don’t feel as bad, got it?”



We talk for the whole plane ride, I don’t think the flight attendants minded because she was alone and I was alone. They did bring us food though, sandwich’s and juice. Classic.



“Abigail?” The girl asked me, we exchanged names a while ago.



“Yeah, Jane?”



“I have something really important to tell you, you might get mad.” Jane said.



“Go on…” I reply, trailing off at the end. I don’t even know what I could get mad at; she’s thirteen for goodness sakes!



“I’m an agent, from the FBI.”

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