Sorry for the depressing beginning :s
Running from someone is terrifying, although attempting to escape two people is hopeless. I have been running for awhile; from motel to another, I still couldn't settle on a city or state. They WILL find me. That's what they always told me. Life in New York was one I never want to live again. Sleep, starve, pain, repeat. Thoughts of suicide roamed my mind ever since my mother turned into a psychopath after my father's death. That is, OUR death. Death is nothing more or nothing less than emptiness. I have only felt one thing for three years; nothing.
I am not alive anymore; I only breathe and eat for the sake of my father. If I die, then all the memories worth keeping will be lost. Just like him. I can only think about HER. I cry. I can't feel pain, I can't feel happiness, I am broken, scarred, empty. There is nothing to live for. Almost.
Lights. I see light. Blurred images sway in front of me. My tears still roll down my cheeks. For the third hour I have been forcing myself to raise my foot, move it forward, and walk. Am I even human? I am all but human. A broken doll without batteries to work. I don't speak. I barely eat. My head turns side to side, water rolling down my face, hair, and arms full of grocery bags I am yet to empty out into my rumbling stomach. Honks echo through the foggy air. It's been raining for five hours now, and I am soaked. As I step on the rough sidewalk, I feel the ground vibrating and the loud screeching of tires so close to me I can almost feel them. Then it all turns black.
The lights are off. Am I finally done? Can I finally be free?
EMPTY.
I am empty.
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Black's Agreement
RomancePaige Davis has been running from her past for 3 years. Scarred and broken, she clings onto the hope of someday getting her life together and to settle down. After a week of being stuck in the city of Los Angeles looking for a job, she almost gets a...
