"Oh dear, do you need any help?" An old woman sat next to me at the park bench and I offered her a small smile, shaking my head. "Who hurt you?"
"Oh it's no one really, just some stupid kids at school," I tell her, scratching at the dried blood.
"Well. . . I had bullies too when I was your age. I wasnt very attractive, wasnt very smart," she took out a knitting needle and some yawn from her bag. "So I didn't blame them at first. I come from a dysfunctional home, but that's old news my parents are long gone. Point is, you're beautiful, and I'm sure you're smart. I don't know but it seem like you've ran away and I'm going to ask you to stop."
"Stop what?" I raised an eyebrow and her and she turns to look at me, a serious look on her face.
"Stop running away."
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Finally, I had arrived a
