1. RUN,RUN,RUN
Crystal💙
Run. Run. Run.
this was only thing on my mind when i decide to run away from the mansion its middle of nowhere I'm standing in a bus stop sobbing expecting someone for but no one is with me. I was alone in this cruel world of wolves who hunts the innocent soul. I hate my life more than I hate mom who left me alone with a cruel dad.
I made a run when my step dad organized the party for some co-workers and it's my birthday i always stay away from crowds as much as possible in my step parents house. I was 10 years old old and my mom passed away and dad took care of me for 3 days and then he made a deal with someone but that deal was Froud he was broke so he gave me to foster house. Unable to bear a burden more to his life...
I was 11 years when some reputed politician adopted me for publicity and for cover his black money. He wad never good to me i was kept in 4 wall small room for over 6 years never saw a bright light or the rainbow on sky. Or the rainy shadows of umbrella. I never explore the city like other kids... I was home schooled till now. For my foster dads reputation it was a black dot for me to Rome around the city like normal child..
I loved my mom but now my trust has been broken to people. My charm of believe was only my mom i never trust anyone in my life...
I running from the mansion. No one has attention on me because of the party. Three days ago i overheard my faster parents to talk about some kind of trade they are doing with me. They are planning for me to give to some other reputed family for their work.it was terrified to heard those conversations with them it was like a normal chit chat for them to trade my life...
I was never loved. I'm easy girl who never spoken anything unless told.
Today the charity party was going on and no one has paid attention to me i seek the brightness of my freedom i walked to my room in the morning. Today is my 17th birthday. After one year they will give me to another men house to be the worker which they will feed on me..
I'm panting breathing through mouth my lungs are aching for air. Heart is beating so fast.im running from 2 hours i didn't recognise any of the pathways i only new the park which i use to go with my mom.. the fountains which has a fairy sculpture on it. Holding a sward in her hand. Resembles of peace. that place has a most beautiful memories of me and mom...
My heart is running on marathon. My legs are paining. Trembling blood pouring around my feet. My blue dress is clung to my body with sweat... I reached to the park. The fountain park my face is red i hit the pillar on my way blood gushing through..
I can see the entrance of the park it seems like abandoned park. The fountain has dried out and their was only one bench. I made my way to the bench in hope to see my mom again in my memory..
I sat on the bench legs trembling. Breath hitched. I took a moment to catch a breath. my one hand kept on my chest. To calm down my breath but the fear took over the pain. My palms are scratched.. tears running down my face.
I took deep breaths and dug in my mystery box to check on my moms memories my sweet memories. My happy place is only on my head... That made me sob a little..
I imagined my mother keeping me safe in her embrace kept her hand on my hair cradling me in her arms. Her soft motherly fragrance fog my brain. Her sweet voice calling my name. This memory had always made me smile on her face...
Her brown eyes held the weight of countless promises she'd made to herself for me. We captured a moment of our joyous family near the fountain, sharing laughter as my artwork became a cherished memory. Mom cradled my painting against her chest, a faint smile gracing her lips.
A solitary tear traced my cheek at the contemplation. I brushed it away, resolving to abandon this path, erase the foster parents from my thoughts, and never return to this city. With unsteady steps, I pressed forward, determined to depart before anyone noticed my absence.
A load thud made my way startle. The foot step and loud noises from the bushes. I ran to hide inside the bushes. I peek through the branches there was a man laying on ground with blood around him ..
I kept my trembling hand on my mouth to stop myself from shouting. and looked at the man standing circling the young man. They kicked him right on his ribs. He didn't flinch at the pain.
He must be in pain. he is not shaking after 10 minutes the cars backoff tire scratching the ground and disappeared in fog....
