Prologue: Fragile

Just like a shadow
I'll be beside you
I'll be your comfort
I'm there to guide you home
I will provide you a place of shelter
I want a be your zone
I'll act as if you do
Tell me what you wanted me to do
I'll make you great to be a man
With a woman who can stand
With every promise given
Making vows to please her man

-Natasha Bedingfield – Angel.

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Deep sadness filled the clouds on a morning that should be so great.

Loud and Silent cries were heard out off the room. Something that seems so familiar to her.

She turned off the light when it happened, when she was done crying she would turn it on again.

Only to dress up or make homework if she didn't had it done yet.

Then she would just sing herself to sleep if she could or stay up forever.

She remembered it so clearly, the cruel way that she was ripped away for what was once the most precious thing in her life and the thing she couldn't miss living it.
The one thing she didn't loose pushed her away and blamed her for what happened that day.

On school she was the one to blame to. Not only for that. For every bad thing that they pulled, she got the blame. Some teachers wondered why she never came up for her self or even denied that she did it. But every time she kept her mouth shut. In recess she sat alone hiding in the corner just wanted to be left alone and if someone came near her she would back away or leave the place as soon as she could. She showed up with bruises and cuts in her arm. Everybody thought she was depressed and was doing this to herself. If they only knew.

Next morning she sneaked out the house earlier to avoid her biggest fears. She thought off her self as a loser with no live and saw herself as a useless girl just waiting for the one time he would hit harder and then it all would be over. She quickly putted some old jeans and an old T-shirt on. She putted her hair in a ponytail. But quickly hang it down again as the bruises in her neck came in view. She grabbed her back which included some clean clothes, money that she secretly saved and a Diary where she wrote all the things her dad did to her. Walking away was her only option. Her only way to survive… her only way to live.

She stepped out off the window coming out on the outside roof. It wasn't cold luckily.
She clamed out down by using the bush attached to the wall. And as soon as that worked she started to run as fast as she could. It would only be a matter of time before her father would go into her room ready to hit her again so she needed all the time she could get. She quickly made her way to the train station and bought a ticket. She was heading for Ohio which was far away from here and the place where the accident happened that killed her brother and mother.

When she got in the train she never thought one thing trough. What was she going to do once there? Where would she stay? And what if her dad would catch her?

Then she was death mead that was for sure. Everything was better then being with him. She would rather die because of to less food then being killed by her own dad. She needed to take any chance she could get. And it didn't matter if he would find her, then she at least tried.

Then another thought slipped her mind. Why suffer any longer? Wasn't it obvious that she was a lost cost anyway?

"Please show me your train ticket" The man politely asked.

She nodded dutifully and got the ticked out off her pocket and gave it to the man.

"Thank you" He replied when he was done with it and gave it back to her. She couldn't help but stare away at the window afraid that he would find her.

Slowly she took out a deep breath as the train started to move away to what was once a beautiful place but became awful. Once I looked I realized that I had to do this more then I thought. This wasn't just escaping for my biggest fear. This was a matter of life and death.

Though her chances were small she didn't have a choice.