Running......

Chapter 2

*present day*

I was panting and sweating and wanted to let it all out, so I wore my track clothes and went out of the house. Running in the morning always gives me a sense of reassurance, because when I put my earphones and run like there is no tomorrow, I feel free, I feel like nothing in this world can harm me, and that's the best time of my day. So I ran until I forgot about all my problems, until I forgot about my life, until I felt free. I closed my eyes and let my feet guide me, but I knew I was never going to make this mistake again when I saw where they lead me........

*flashback*

I was sobbing uncontrollably. Ever since my mommy died, I had been getting put into different foster homes, each worse than before. This one however was just utterly horrible, because they not only mentally abused me, but physically too, and there was nothing I could do apart from crying. I cried for my mother, for myself, and for every other kid out there going through this. Soon I was a sobbing mess, so I got up to get a tissue paper to wipe my tears, but my timing couldn't be more horrible,

because my foster parents came home drunk again. I shivered in fear as I thought about what they would do to me today. I thought about quietly escaping, but that plan got ruined when my foster father spotted me. He looked at me with his disgusting eyes and asked me to go infront of him

"Cara, come to me, s-stand infront of mee" he slurred. I stood infront of him, with fear evident in my eyes, and got prepared for what would be the worst beating ever......

*one hour later*

As I lay on the floor, beaten up with bruises all over me, I knew one thing for sure, I couldn't take it, I had to get way, I was going to run away, run towards my freedom.....

*flashback ends*

I stood on the ground, not moving an inch. All the memories came flooding back to me, threating to make me sick. I looked at the house in disgust, as a single tear trickled down my face. No! I won't cry, not again. Damnit! I was on the verge of a breakdown. So I did the first thing that came to my mind- I ran. I ran from the house, from the memories, from the pain, from my life, I ran from everything, but deep down I knew it too, I couldn't run forever......