She’s a killer woman

besties home

Escaping the jaw of death is one thing but ripping them apart is an other game- THE authors quote.

My 16th birthday,The time for Macy averaging was a mere touch away and I intended to grasp it. I was thinking about the way l’d escape when I was snatched up and brought to the “living room ”more like gates of hell. This-this was it this is my only chance to escape in that split second I knew what I had to do. Seeing as only one man was home,this was my chance.So I grab the knife off the counter table and lodge the dull blade into the “mans neck and I ran and ran;the wind in my face the cold wet air in my wrinkled hair into the outside world into a deep fog and of course it was pouring down raining but it didn’t matter I was free,I was free. I have had many a dream about the day I would see the outside world but I spontaneously decided to pinch my back arm,Nope not a dream. I stopped running and took a deep cool breath of air first real and I smelled in six years it felt different but familiar anew, I was really free. But realities quickly set in I was 16 and had no idea how to live a normal life . First I need to bathe then find out where I am next I need to find gram . You see Graham was my best friend she was a bubbly eccentric girl who’s blue hair , golden brown eyes and golden Caramel skin you could spot from a mile away. I truly trusted graham would love to help me but to them I was dead. Above all I had to familiarize myself with land I was not a part of for so long, I always thought it was outside America somewhere maybe Iran or Japan or even East Asia. So I walked I walked to the nearest gas station and asked the woman in a blue jacket and blue jeans with a black crop top where I was? She answered me with a thick southern accent “why you’re in Montgomery,New York darling”. Not far from home I thought to myself quietly, So far but so close,I could have a escaped a long time ago I thought to myself sadness on my heart and a worn out look at my face.As i departed from the woman she asked me “hey darling do you need a ride” I nodded yes and happily hopped her blue convertible and gave her directions to grams house