Bad Things (Camren)

Chapter I

The brunette's brown eyes fluttered open to see the sun shining harshly in her eyes. She suddenly noticed a splitting headache that went from the back of her head and all the way to the front. She groaned and closed her eyes, not being able to move but to just lay there. She turned her head over to the side while she opened her eyes again to see the front door just a few feet away from her. Her whole body was sore and was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The girl looked in front of her to see her clothes drenched in dry blood. She ignored it and gathered every ounce of strength she had in her to slowly crawl her way towards the door. She grimaced and winced when she could feel a large amount of excruciating pain throughout her whole right arm when she moved it. The brunette tilted her head to see her swelling arm in an obvious deformity. Broken.

Unfortunately, there was also a huge deep cut that ran down her whole left leg, probably from the ax that her father had held from before. Fresh blood was still gushing out from the wound, making a pool of the crimson liquid that surrounded her. Remembering the old man now, she quickly scanned around each and every corner of the room from where she was. There was nothing but just her and the whole house. The Cuban girl took this chance and tentatively continued making her way to the door. She let out a piercing scream when she tried to move her leg that hurts as hell. Every inch of her body was begging for her stop, but the brunette didn't. She can't give up. She can't give up for the sake of her life. Despite the fact that she knew her dad was gone, her mind still feared that he could just jump out of nowhere and beat her again.

The petite girl finally made it to the door and sat against it to rest. Her breaths were very heavy and painful with the side of her torso that was aching, making it harder for her to breathe. She looked forward seeing a trail of blood left behind her. She carefully tucked her hair to the back of her ear and slowly stood up. She groaned when she could feel the wound of her leg getting more painful as more blood was pouring from it. She leaned against the door for support and carefully took a step to look out of the window. She sighed with relief when there no cars in the driveway.

The brunette held the doorknob in her hand and checked the room before turning it slowly. The sunlight beamed on her face once again, feeling the warmth against the surface of her skin. She examined around, looking to see if anyone was watching her. After that, she limped behind the forest of trees as quickly as possible. Clutching her broken arm, Camila tried to run as far as possible, or rather limp, away from her house until it was just a tiny dot between some trees.

"Shit," Camila mumbled when a branch from a small tree had touched the wound on her leg. She stopped when her body could no longer take the pain and sat down in front of the large long log, wincing once again when she had let her arm accidentally hit the log. Why did this have to happen to her? Why of all things, this had to happen? What had she ever done to deserve this?

Small tears were forming in her eyes when she thought of what was going to happen next, not knowing what to do or where to go. But all she knew was that she had to stay strong. She can't just lose her life to her careless dad. Not anymore.

Wiping her eyes, she carefully stood up and took another glance around to check. Groaning from the agony, she recollected herself and slowly limped her way out of the forest.

She had to keep moving. But where to now? She had absolutely no idea.

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The green-eyed girl stared out into the open road, surrounding herself with the beats of her favorite song. Lauren loved to drive, especially alone and out on the large road with her favorite jeep. She decided to switch on the headlights since it was getting darker. She sighed and let her mind relax to finally enjoy the time she had. If only it were this peaceful all the time.