Prologue
At first I thought that leaving home wouldn't be so bad. I thought 'Hey! I'm a smart 17 year-old; I can live on my own. I don't need to live by the stupid rules my parents made up.' Oh how wrong I was.
Here I was in the middle of New Hampshire with a messenger bag full of clothes and $10. What was I doing in New Hampshire you ask? Well, it beats the shit out of me. I guess if I had to really give an answer to that question it would probably be that it's far enough away from my family that I'd never have to see them again.
Before you ask, my family was not abusive in the slightest. They were more interested in getting "high" on life and nature, than taking care of their 17 year-old daughter.
Some people would say that that's awesome; that it's every kids dream to be left alone by their parents. But if you've had to deal with that for basically your entire life, you'd be upset too. So rather than deal with my parents being constantly high and their freakish obsession with nature, I decided to jet out of there.
As I relived my memories, I crossed the street to get to the nearest 24-hour convenience store (it must have been 1 am at the earliest). In a matter of seconds, I was hit with the view of blinding headlights, and moments later, a massive amount of pain greeted me, and I, giving into the pain, blacked out.
But, before I black out I remembered being picked up and carried away by someone who kept muttering, "Relax" and "Everything will be alright."
Once I blacked out though, I wasn't welcomed by the peaceful calm all the books talked about. Instead it was a raging fire that spread throughout my entire body, and it took everything in me to stop myself from screaming out loud.
So after a big plot bunny attacked my brain, I decided to again rewrite the story. This time however, there are only a few minor adjustments so that this new idea works out, and I don't end up with an extremely annoying Mary-Sue-esque character.
Enjoy :)