Jaina

She ran, uncaring how far, or how fast, or even where she was going. She wished she were never born. Her family couldn’t catch her; it would mean the end of her life. She would lay in tyranny forever, oppressed, drugged, and unhappy through undeath. She sped up as she raced the roads, part of her hoping that when she rounded the corner, she would be hit by a bus, and part of her praying silently that she would get out alive, or at least to a better place.
She lost track of time quickly now that she was away from her clocks. Her parents had taken away her watch when she tried to strangle herself with it, and beat her because it hadn’t managed to end her pathetic life. And so she ran, changing directions when she saw bright lights in the distance that could have been her father’s car, and diving into bushes whenever a car closed in on her.
Her vision was blurry from running too quickly. She couldn’t see where she was going, and tripped over a stone on the ground, landing on grass. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears; each beat sounding as if a twig had snapped. But as she turned sharply this way and that in an effort to find her father, or her mother, in the darkened bed of trees she now laid in, she could not see them. Pushing herself off the ground, she stood painfully on her feet.
But finally, she stood fully alone. Breathing a sigh of relief, her first in months, she gazed skyward in thanks. The quiet, soothing calls of nature entranced her for the first truly silent moment she had ever had. Birds swooped overhead beneath the starry skies far beyond.
Her legs collapsed beneath her once again as a wave of beauty swept through her from the forest around her. Her breathing slowed, as she lay entranced on the damp grass, watching the skies as Aurora Borealis began to form.
Blue light illuminated her surroundings, giving her a sense of purity and hope. Hope that her life would be better, and her troubles over. She could just picture a normal, peaceful life:

She came home wearing her school uniform for the last day of the year. She was glad school was finally out. Her father greeted her upon her arrival, welcoming her back with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Dinner was being prepared, and it smelled wonderful.
She bounded quickly up the stairs to change into more suitable clothes for such an occasion: a rainbow colored T-shirt and her pink-striped pajamas. She pulled the tie out of her ashen hair, letting it fall loose over her shoulders.
She stepped onto her balcony to enjoy the cool, winter’s breeze on her tanned skin. The sun hung over the horizon, its light fading into the dark of eve. Her mother called her down for dinner as the last shred of the suns rays disappeared beyond the mountains.
Stepping down for dinner, she sighed deeply. A huge weight was off her shoulder; she had passed the semester, and would not even have to think about work again for six whole months!
She sat down for dinner, where her mother was serving sushi, her favorite food. They ate, and talked, and before long, hours had passed, and it was time for her to sleep. Her mother walked her to her room, and wished her goodnight, with a final kiss and loving hug.

Oh, how she wished her dreams were true. Alas, it was not to be. She had run away, and her father would not let her return; not that she wanted to.
Her father had handpicked all of her friends, meaning none would help her in her time of need. There was no place to go.
She had nothing to live for anymore. There was no love in her life, only despair and agony that she had long since learned to contain. But in the peaceful meadow, she could hold it no longer.
She wept, each tear bringing with it memories of times when her father had beaten her, and her mother had done nothing, or when he beat her mother, and she was too cowardly to stop it. Her stomach squirmed, forcing her upright in pain. She heaved on the grass to her side, letting up what little was left of her dinner from the night before. Her hunger pained her; she had not eaten a decent meal in more than a day.
She stood up painfully, glancing at the sky one last time before she sauntered away from the forestry, and towards the small town beyond. If her father were looking for her at all, he would have already given up and gone home. Her father hated to waste time on her behalf.
For a long time, she simply walked, not bothering to pay attention to where she was going. She passed many restaurants, but after checking her pockets for spare coins, she would sigh, and walk on, stomach growling.
People glared at her as she walked past them in the streets, showering her with looks that plainly said, “Get this pile of dung away from me.” She ignored them as best she could, but their hate-filled eyes stung her as sharply as her father’s own looks had, and that was a pain she could not ignore.
She began to despair, thinking she would never find food, and be forced to either go home to her father, or die. She could never go back, but could she end her life of her own volition?



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