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Run. Hide. Survive.

Novel By: xXCapriSunXx
Young adult

A story about a girl who lives in a dysfunctional family who decides to run away. She faces many obstacles including falling in love with a sketchy passer-by. Can she stay hidden? Will she survive? Read on to find out. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 30, 2011    Reads: 45    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

Chapter One: The Path that Lies Between Us
"People talk about 'dysfunctional' families; I've never seen any other kind."
-Sue Grafton
April 23rd, 2009
Today, I came home from school like usual and threw my backpack on the ground before heading upstairs to my insanely small room. Books, magazines, clothes, dirty dishes… My floor was barely recognizable. My dressers were cluttered with the same camouflage as my carpet. Still, my guitar hung on the wall next to my spray-paint peace sign; a familiar sight. Normally, my room was my haven where I could relax and unwind all the stress from everything going on lately. But now, I became claustrophobic and felt myself suffocating in my own filth. I wade through the garbage on the ground towards the window. I struggle to pry it open, hoping that it would be worth it. It was. Cool air rushes in across my face and into my hot, stuffy room. I sigh contently and deeply breathe in the clean air from outside.
I was interrupted by the sound of my dad walking in through the garage door. A loud entrance, I might add; a sign that he's been drinking. Great I thought I wish my sister was at a friend's house… My dad is a raging alcoholic and he tends to yell and taunt my little sister when he's drunk. If I left, there would be no one to defend her. So when he's home and she's home, so am I. When it's just me and him, I go for long walks by myself and my guitar to escape his slurred conversations.
Apparently, it had been a long day at work for him with lots of meetings. He was in a particularly bad mood when he sat down to watch T.V. As you might assume, this wasn't heading in a good direction. You're right.
My mom walks in and later she makes dinner. My dad rolls his eyes as she tells us about her day at work. She can tell he's been drinking. She confronts him. My sister and I sulk up to our rooms; we know what's coming.
And now it's 2:46 AM and they're still arguing. I can't sleep so I write. They're voices fluctuate, going from whispers to screaming at each other. I'm astounded that my sister is oblivious to all this; she's still sleeping.
I will not stay awake. I will not cry. I will be strong tonight. I tell myself; because tonight is different. It's when I have finally made my decision on how I am going to deal with this.
Inside the beaten doors of my closet, my bag of possessions lay ready for when my parents go to bed.
Tonight is the night where I am given a second chance.
Tonight, I will run.


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