𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛~
𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
For starters, I would like to say that I do n...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It had been a month since the incident first started and I'm still going through this pain. My father came home every once and in a while still doing drugs and continued to beat on me. this caused me to have bruises all over my body but I'm turning 10 tomorrow. It was time to prepare my run away.
I've been eating ramen noodles for I don't know how long. Yes, I can make my own meals but it got boring after a while having the same meals and leftovers again and again.
I grabbed a duffel bag out of my fathers closet unpacking it and filling the space with my favorite clothes "I don't think he will notice I took it." I hoped. I then looked for things I might need while I'm away so I packed some easy-making food and more ramen noodle packets then proceeded to put them all in the bag. Once I was sure I had packed everything I put the backpack in my closet covering it underneath a pile of blankets I had gotten.
I waited for my father to come home thinking he would be here to enjoy my special day tomorrow, some time has passed and he still didn't show. I thought maybe he would be back in the morning and so I went to my room to go to sleep.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I woke up to the brightness peeking through my window. The sun was out and there was a fresh breeze in the air. hoping my father had came home so I can see him one last time before I leave, I got dressed and headed out of my room not surprised to see that my father still hadn't arrived.
I was furious "I hate him" I whispered under my breath and stormed back into my room quickly grabbed the backpack and headed out the door. Without looking back, I ran across the meadow to what looked like a field, a huge field to be exact. That field is where I sat pondering whether I should actually do this or not.
"Should I have left a note? If someone finds me and brings me back it's all over. Would he even notice to read the note I mean he's never home anyways." I worried as I stood up and continued my journey. It was decided, I was not going back.
I reached a small alleyway where it was gloomy and dark no one was around. As I walked through I spotted a middle-aged man who looked around 35-40 and was very classy, too classy to be around a place like this observing him, he looked back and started approaching me. (𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 70 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔)
"Are you lost?" He questioned. I looked up at him and nodded, he made a frown "where are your parents?" I looked away from him lowering your head as you quietly speak "I don't have a family." He kneeled down and a warm smile appeared on his face as he held out his hand offering a pleasant handshake "I am Watari I just so happen to own an orphanage with lots of kids similar to you if you want I can take you there until we can find you a true home." He replied, I looked back up at him slowly showing a soft smile and shook his hand.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Was this fate?" I thought I nodded my head at him and he walked me to his car. I had notice there's another person in there but in the backseat they looked about the same age as me. As we walked to the car the window rolled down to see a little raven haired boy showing a small smile on his face his eyes wide waving at me. We walked into the car and drove to the orphanage.
