I, Samantha Harrow, am going to run away. I hate where I am. I know I don't belong here. The monsters that call themselves my parents are lying. I know I was adopted. They wouldn't treat me the way they do if I was one of their birth children. I'm a freak, and thats another reason why I am running away and how I know I am not biologically theirs. Anne and Frank... The demons that will forever haunt me. They are the reason I am leaving.

My bag is packed and my good-bye note is written. Its not like they will care. They've said it themselves, they'd rather me be dead then safe- or alive. I have all of my clothes, undergarments, favorite books, my life savings of saved money-which isn't alot, and as much food as I could fit in the spare pockets. I guess I am ready to go. I climb on top of my dresser and opened the window. I could see cars passing by on the other end of the ally. I sleep in the cellar, so the windows lead onto the ally floor. I stuck one leg on the ground outside the window. I looked back into the room. I sit for a minute and think back of everything that has happened in the room. Weeks without food... Pain and blood... Tears... Prayers... And lots of night terrors.

"Good-bye..." I whispered. That room has been my room for twelve years. I'm not gonna miss this place, but for some reason... I am going to miss all of the weird stuff I have done in the cellar. I once made a pillow float, I've made a door close by itself, and I've even made the pipes explode and nearly flood the cellar. I smile at the thought. Those were my only happy memories here. I hope I am going to be able to do some of that stuff when I leave. Only one way to find out...

A/N: Hey! I hope you enjoyed this little bit. Its more of a preview than a chapter. I am considering it the introduction. If you think I should continue, please review and let me know. Even if you dont think I should, let me know, still. 'Cause I dont want to waste time writing a story no ones gonna read. Thanks! Review please. :)