Chapter One.

Seventh of July 2010, the calendar on my fridge read this morning.

 

I was running barefoot and angry through the nearest forest. My feet were sinking into the squishy, brown, wet mud beneath me. Running over the slippery surface took all my concentration to try and keep my balance. The feel of the mud sliding under my toenails and covering my pale feet was amazing.

 

Number one weirdo- I know.

 

After running far enough, I stopped sharply and looked around at my whereabouts, the trees were standing high above me and the wildlife ringed in my ears. The sound was beautiful. I started walking further into the forest; as I did the rain fell slowly- each drop containing dust and acid hitting me gently. The rain suddenly sped up and started to fall quicker, making the whole of my body drenched.

 

I didn't care though.

 

The feel of it on my skin was peaceful. I loved the feeling of water calmly running down my face, the feel of my clothes dripped wet to my body. Everything about rain, i enjoyed. When I was younger i had a friend that once said: "When it rains, god is doing his business on the thrown and watering us." (We were only ten) I believe differently, I believe it rains to make the world a calmer place. As it's drying, it's taking as many bad things it can away with it.

 

I found an old oak tree with broad branched that held each leaf delicately. I lent against the trunk and slid down it 'till i was sitting- my legs scrunched up so they were touching my chin- I sat there in content. The reason why i have no shoes on and I’m only wearing my pyjamas is because of my dad. The reason why I ended up from my house to the woods is also because of my dad. Why i don't want to go back home isn't just because of my dad. It's because of my mum too. My mother is a striking woman, with her urban hair and brown pale eyes. She was the one that gave birth to me and held my tiny hands within her, promising to stay with me no matter what. She's the one that is suppose to care for me, love me; treat me right and hold me while telling me everything's going to be ok. That's not the kind of mother i ended up having.

 

The rain became lighter and everywhere became darker. Four o'clock in the afternoon and the moon was nearly read to show itself. I was about to up myself and carry on moving before a shadow appeared over my head. I looked up slowly and the first thing that caught my attention was the shiny badge, pinned to his uniform. "Miss, please will you come with me."

 

Well holy s**t. I'm about to take a ride in a police car.