Post by Cassiopia Salvatore on Oct 7, 2007 8:40:59 GMT -5
I've got my things packed.....
My favorite pillow.....
Got my sleeping bag.....
Climb out the window.....
She checked her bag for the last time, mentally cataloguing her belongings. Her pillow. Her sleeping bag. A bag of cookies, a water bottle, a blanket, a change of clothing and the wand her Aunt had fallen asleep with. She zipped her bag shut carefully, her ears straining to hear the telltale noise of Cassandra's dangerous rants.
Nothing. The place Gabriella had taken her when she got out of the hospital was quiet. She took a deep breath, turning to take one last look at the room. Her bed was made, her toys carefully put away, nothing littering the cozy room. She turned to the window and carefully lifted it, the cool night air wafting in.
She pushed her toy trunk to just below the window and climbed on top, pausing to look back only once to make sure she'd left no sign of her intent before dropping her bag out the window and following it.
She even paused to close it behind her.
She wasn't sure what she was leaving behind, but it was all the freedom she knew she needed to find. Perceptively, she didn't think Gabriella was in much of a mood to watch after, and she could never trust her Aunt, so into the night she went
She hit the ground and rolled, feeling rocks bite into her legs and suppressed the urge to cry as tears stung her eyes. She was out, she was free.
She rubbed one small, grubby hand against her eyes and pushed away the tears. She had nearly been killed twice now, a little scrape or bruise here and there didnt mean much .
She collected her bag, checking to make sure her boots were tied, before running off into the night towards the train station. She had to escape, not only the house, but the country. If her aunt found her, there would be hell to pay.
The first two nights she was on her own. She ran from Gabriella's house, the only home she'd known besides the hospital in the past seven years. She ran from the aunt that beat her for not doing, not saying whatever she wanted to hear. She ran from the abuse, the pain, the sorrow of seeing her mother and sister step in to take a death sentence meant for herself.
She ran because of fear.
She stayed in the shadows, surviving on her cookies and water for the first few days. She avoided the people and places her family once frequented.
And she wondered.....
How long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone
And she wondered.....
How far the train will take me when I get there.
After washing her face and hands in the bathroom faucet, and drinking her fill of water, she came back out and laid down on a bench to wait curling up under her blanket and putting her head down on her pillow.
As she stared at the darkness wondering if Gabriella missed her. Did she even notice that she was gone? Had anybody even noticed she hadn't come down for breakfast the next morning or had they simply assumed she was somewhere with Cassandra?
She closed her eyes, thankful she wouldn't have to worry about any of that much longer.
My favorite pillow.....
Got my sleeping bag.....
Climb out the window.....
She checked her bag for the last time, mentally cataloguing her belongings. Her pillow. Her sleeping bag. A bag of cookies, a water bottle, a blanket, a change of clothing and the wand her Aunt had fallen asleep with. She zipped her bag shut carefully, her ears straining to hear the telltale noise of Cassandra's dangerous rants.
Nothing. The place Gabriella had taken her when she got out of the hospital was quiet. She took a deep breath, turning to take one last look at the room. Her bed was made, her toys carefully put away, nothing littering the cozy room. She turned to the window and carefully lifted it, the cool night air wafting in.
She pushed her toy trunk to just below the window and climbed on top, pausing to look back only once to make sure she'd left no sign of her intent before dropping her bag out the window and following it.
She even paused to close it behind her.
She wasn't sure what she was leaving behind, but it was all the freedom she knew she needed to find. Perceptively, she didn't think Gabriella was in much of a mood to watch after, and she could never trust her Aunt, so into the night she went
She hit the ground and rolled, feeling rocks bite into her legs and suppressed the urge to cry as tears stung her eyes. She was out, she was free.
She rubbed one small, grubby hand against her eyes and pushed away the tears. She had nearly been killed twice now, a little scrape or bruise here and there didnt mean much .
She collected her bag, checking to make sure her boots were tied, before running off into the night towards the train station. She had to escape, not only the house, but the country. If her aunt found her, there would be hell to pay.
The first two nights she was on her own. She ran from Gabriella's house, the only home she'd known besides the hospital in the past seven years. She ran from the aunt that beat her for not doing, not saying whatever she wanted to hear. She ran from the abuse, the pain, the sorrow of seeing her mother and sister step in to take a death sentence meant for herself.
She ran because of fear.
She stayed in the shadows, surviving on her cookies and water for the first few days. She avoided the people and places her family once frequented.
And she wondered.....
How long it'll take them to notice that I'm gone
And she wondered.....
How far the train will take me when I get there.
After washing her face and hands in the bathroom faucet, and drinking her fill of water, she came back out and laid down on a bench to wait curling up under her blanket and putting her head down on her pillow.
As she stared at the darkness wondering if Gabriella missed her. Did she even notice that she was gone? Had anybody even noticed she hadn't come down for breakfast the next morning or had they simply assumed she was somewhere with Cassandra?
She closed her eyes, thankful she wouldn't have to worry about any of that much longer.