One day a young girl was running away from her house. She had been through loads of horrible incidents which I shall not describe. On this day she finally had escaped. This was the best day of her life, or so she thought...
She ran and ran she kept falling over, but somehow her horrible memories kept her getting up and running. She wanted to get away. Not only from her house but from her memories.
She thought of her sister telling her that that the life she had was the proper one but somehow Lucinda did not believe that.
Lucinda was a funny seven year old. She never did beleive in princesses or even ghosts, or any of the normal little girl stuff. No not her, there was what you see and no more to it.
As she ran she liked the wind and all the air rushing across her face she imagined herself flying like a bird as she ran. She closed her eyes to get more imaginative she ran as fast a she could the wind in her face and hair she felt amazing. Until she bumped into a tree.
She hit her head pretty hard. She was then unconcious. That day was a Wednesday.
Lucinda was unconcious until Friday afternoon. Almost 48 hours, she began to sit up warily she leaned against the tree she had bumped into. She closed her eyes in rest because of all the effort. She snoozed.
She then woke up around an hour later. Her head was tilted back she straitened it up. And looked forward she seen a small, young woman around 28 years old. Beside her was a rather hansome looking man around the same age maybe a bit older.
The woman rushed towards me mumbling something I didn't really understand. I asked her who she was. She said her name was Michelle. She said something about looking after me until my head got better. I opposed strongly.
The man called William carried me I looked at him there was something very strange about him. I got to a small cottage where I think they lived. I didn't have the strength to fight them off.
Michelle gave me some wonderful tasting soup. And William kept his distance for some reason. I felt better after the soup and Michelle patched up my head. I asked what was wong with it and Michelle said it had a rather large cut in it and that it was quite deep. After Michelle done that she gave me some coke and I fell into deep sleep...
She ran and ran she kept falling over, but somehow her horrible memories kept her getting up and running. She wanted to get away. Not only from her house but from her memories.
She thought of her sister telling her that that the life she had was the proper one but somehow Lucinda did not believe that.
Lucinda was a funny seven year old. She never did beleive in princesses or even ghosts, or any of the normal little girl stuff. No not her, there was what you see and no more to it.
As she ran she liked the wind and all the air rushing across her face she imagined herself flying like a bird as she ran. She closed her eyes to get more imaginative she ran as fast a she could the wind in her face and hair she felt amazing. Until she bumped into a tree.
She hit her head pretty hard. She was then unconcious. That day was a Wednesday.
Lucinda was unconcious until Friday afternoon. Almost 48 hours, she began to sit up warily she leaned against the tree she had bumped into. She closed her eyes in rest because of all the effort. She snoozed.
She then woke up around an hour later. Her head was tilted back she straitened it up. And looked forward she seen a small, young woman around 28 years old. Beside her was a rather hansome looking man around the same age maybe a bit older.
The woman rushed towards me mumbling something I didn't really understand. I asked her who she was. She said her name was Michelle. She said something about looking after me until my head got better. I opposed strongly.
The man called William carried me I looked at him there was something very strange about him. I got to a small cottage where I think they lived. I didn't have the strength to fight them off.
Michelle gave me some wonderful tasting soup. And William kept his distance for some reason. I felt better after the soup and Michelle patched up my head. I asked what was wong with it and Michelle said it had a rather large cut in it and that it was quite deep. After Michelle done that she gave me some coke and I fell into deep sleep...