Chapter 1
The wind was carelessly blowing through my brown hair, covering my face in a tangled mess.
It was a nice day out, especially in this area. I looked around, not caring if the wind made my wet eyes sting a bit.
Yep.
I had been crying. But what's new? I had only been crying because my life is a disaster. First of all, my father left me with my alcoholic mother and abusive stepfather. Second of all, I can home to my bed room torn apart.
I can't stand it anymore. I wish I could just disappear. Even if I did though, I couldn't just leave my mom with that abusive man. Who knows what he'll do.
The best thing right now is to just calm down. So that's what I did. I took three deep, calming breathes, and continued walking to the forest.
This was where I felt safe. Where I can show my true self. Where my inner, weak, self-conscious, idiotic personality can be at peace without being yelled at to do something.
Once I finally arrived at the big oak tree, I let out a long sigh. I went up to the trunk and gently ran my pale hand over the green moss.
It's been forever since I've been here. The last time I was here, I was 7 years old. Now I'm 17. It may seem weird for a 17 year old to be so mesmerized by a tree, but in this world, anyone would be.
Our world, is falling apart. Families are being torn apart because of the illnesses that had been going around lately. I'm just lucky my family hasnt been torn apart yet.
I sigh again, recalling all those lost memories of my broken childhood. I sit down under the creaking branches of the big oak and relax.
Usually, I have a book with me so I can read, even though you'll be sent to prison if you're found with books. That's why everyone, and I mean everyone, has their house checked once every month by the Government.
I hate when they come raiding into our homes and breaking our stuff. Once, when I was younger, they snatched up my favorite stuffed animal and I charged at the officer, yelling at him to let her go.
My parents had to hold me back, even though if I attacked him, he wouldn't have any injuries. But I never saw that stuffed animal again.
I inhaled and exhaled, relaxed. I leaned back against the trunk of the tree, falling into a deep sleep.
When I woke, I was in a dark room, everything coming to color. I saw my dad, suitcase in hand. "Daddy?" I said as I clutched my rabbit in my small hands. He smiled at me and bent down.
"Be good for Mommy, Pumpkin." And he kissed my forehead, stood up, and walked out of the house. I looked out the window as I watched my father get into his car and start the engine. And he drove off. I would never see him again.
When I awake for real, it was turning dark. I don't know how long I had been out, but it didn't matter. My first priority was to get home and to not come in contact with them.
I got up as just as I was about to leave, a twig snapped right behind me. I didn't dare turn around. I would ignore it, so I started walking.
I started running when laughter and chuckles erupted from the canopy above as tree limbs shook and sometimes broke from the weight of whatever was perched on them.
All was good until I tripped over a root. Really? At this time you decide to trip me?! I curse under my breathe and start standing up when someone said, "Aw, look at her running.." I shivered and started running again.
"She just won't learn. Will she?" Said another voice, different from the first one. This time it seemed closer, as if he was whispering it into my ear. I suddenly froze.
All those stories my dad would tell me about creatures who would trick you into doing stuff you normally wouldn't were coming true. Why them? Why now?
It wasn't fair.
And I have three words for you:
I am fucked.
