My heart was pounding out of my chest as I locked the door. I can't take this anymore I thought as I slid down the wall with my back against it. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I sat there confused and in pain.

I can't take the physical and mental abuse my foster parents do to me, I have enough scars because of them already.

I stand up and wipe away the wetness on my cheeks to find a couple of big bags and started filling them with all I could, including over 6,000 dollars that I took from the bastards I live with. I do feel bad, but I try to think of it as the money they've never used on me my whole life.

After all my important belongings were in the bags I threw on my coat along with my boots and grabbed my bags. I walked hastily to the bedroom window and opened it slowly as it made a huge creek before a cold breeze rushed into my room. Shivering slightly I threw both my bags out the window.

I was climbing out the window before I was stopped in my tracks by the sound of my door nob twisting, but luckily it was locked. Loud banging on the door and yelling was heard as I got the hell out of there in a panic.

I hurl my bags over my shoulders and started to sprint across the yard and down a block or two.

My heavy boots clonked against the pavement and my bags started to dig into my shoulders through my heavy coat. It felt like I was running in water as gravity pushed down on me with all its force until I came to a complete stop.

I glazed at all of my surroundings as I gasped for breath, my heart felt as if someone put a brick over it. But all of that escaped from my mind as a dark vehicle pulled up steadily beside me. I glared over at it not trusting the people in it as I began to lengthen how close I was to them.

A brown eyed boy rolled down his window and asked,"You need a ride?"

I raised an eyebrow at the stranger and looked away for a moment, should I?

"I'm fine, I'd rather walk," I said in a rude pitch and began to walk away but stayed on guard.

The annoying boy and his car followed my every step as he pressed on,"Are you sure? You look like you need a hand with those bags and everything else."

I sighed as I realized that he was right, its midnight, I'm tired, and I have nowhere to go.

But I refuse to get in cars with strangers that could be dangerous rapist for all I know. So instead I ignored him, and eventually the mysterious boy left.

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I've been walking for hours before there was footsteps behind me.

With anxiety filling my every bone I whirled around in a flash to only find nothing, was it all just in my mind? I began to walk again letting my paranoid thoughts escape my head.

After strolling along in the darkness cold and tired for a few more minutes I heard a sharp yell, I turned my head in all directions alerted instantly.

My heart started to pound its way out of my chest as the paranoid thoughts came rushing back. I bolted through a small ally that was beside me to keep out of sight and ran corner from corner until I was stopped dead in my tracks.

Falling backwards my head hit the rough pavement making a world of darkness appear all around me as I lost all senses too.

Notes

I know this sucks right now and there's a lot of mistakes in this and everything but it'll get better.... maybe.

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