AN: This is not like my other stories it will contain way more violence so I am warning you ahead of time now. If you do not like, do not read. I already know that there are going to be people who do not pay attention to this read it anyways and then give it a bad review. To the rest of the people, I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review! :)

I ran quickly into the forest, sprinting down the narrow path as fast as my body would allow. My bare feet pounded against the hard wet ground.

The rocks and branches tore menacingly at my skin. My throat burned violently, and the all too familiar taste of metal was in my mouth.

But I could not stop running because I just could not shake the sense that someone was following me.

I didn't dare to look back. My tank top and shorts were torn and ripped and I could feel the searing pain in my legs and arms from where the unprotected skin had been abused by the forest.

I shouldn't have tried to leave, I knew better having tried when I was little but I kept telling myself that this was different. My argument sounded more and more convincing with every day that passed.

I was stronger now, smarter, and faster. I was no longer a helpless child. Of course now running through the woods and not knowing how much more my body could take this started to seem like an impossible dream instead of a diehard plan.

Maybe if I would have been able to steal better clothes that might have increased my chances, especially if I could have got a hold of a pair of shoes.

Unfortunately that was not an option. I had to get out of there and doing that would have been way too suspicious, not to mention impossible.

But right now I have bigger problems, who the hell is following me?

Hopefully it's not security, but if it is that does not make sense, they should have given up by now; at least if they were on foot which has to be the case since I can't hear anything from behind me.

I should have been able to outrun them. Even with their stupid shoes on their side. I took an abrupt turn to the right.

My body screamed at me to stop but I just couldn't listen. You lost them! You're fine just stop! I finally forced myself to a halt.

I stood there catching my breath and allowed my mouth to form a smile. I had finally done it.

Unfortunately my relief lasted for only a second before the feeling crept up on me again. Whoever it is they are right behind me. I froze in place.

My heart raced inside my chest. I only had one option I had to end this. I spun around and felt my eyes widen when there was nothing there.

Damn it! I cursed at myself, stop being so fucking paranoid! I sighed and took a minute to compose myself.

I turned around running right into what felt like a cold concrete wall. I stumbled backwards dazed and stared up at the figure wide-eyed.

I immediately recognized him from the 'home'. That place was and would never be my home. It felt like a prison.

You weren't allowed to leave unless someone paid money to claim you as theirs. It was animalistic and wrong, people profiting off of selling a human life away to someone who happened to have enough cash.

There's also the fact that I'm already seventeen so no one would want me anyways. So what was the point of this guy chasing me down? At least that is what I thought.

He wasn't even on security. He stood there stiffly though looking just like a security guard.

I looked behind me again, "How the hell did you do that you asshole?" I yelled angrily. It was so unfair!

He must have taken a shortcut and been hiding behind one of the trees, fucking coward! He backhanded me across my face and I fell to the ground shocked.

"You might as well stay there while I talk. There's no need to bother in getting up, since you look pretty comfy where you are." He said smiling vaguely.

I glared at him angrily. "Now now is that any way to treat someone who is trying to help you?" He paused, "It seems like we will have a lot of work to do in the future." He continued when I didn't answer.

"You have two options. Option number one, I forcefully drag you back and you will most likely be put into confinement again for who knows how long this time." I cringed and thought I saw him smile again at my reaction.

"Or option number two, you will come stay with my family, which I shall warn you now will be very difficult on your part. You will do what you're asked to do, which will be a lot considering you will be our, for lack of a better word, slave." He smiled once again.

"But I'll explain more on that depending on your choice. There will be no back-talking, swearing, fighting, or 'trying' to leave. I will file you as gone, not returning or adopted just all of your information deleted from the data base altogether, like you were never there, and like these last seventeen years never happened. So make your decision."

He stood there stiffly and silently once again. Like a statue that had only just came to life for a short time.

I had to think about this for a minute considering this was the most important decision I've ever made. I was sick of living there, it was boring, crowded, and let's face it they never gave you anything.

You were lucky to find food or get a new set of clothes. Both of which happened very rarely. You were on your own to fend for what was yours.

I was sick of fighting, sick of waiting, sick of living…

My eyes started to tear up. I can't even count how many times I tried to end it all. When I was able to find food I would give my food to the younger kids and not eat.

I looked at my wrists, and rubbed them thoughtfully. Numerous scars were etched into my skin from all the times I'd been able to get my hands on sharp enough objects.

I didn't want to die, but I didn't want to go on living if I had to be there. I'd finally made it fully out so there was no way I was going to let myself give up by going back now.

But what all did I know about this man, he works at that place as a doctor. He was there during every one of my attempts.

But he never spoke to me; he'd just treat me silently and send me back. His eyes were always filled with a sorrowful look mixed with disappointment and anger, but he would never express it.

Looking at him now outside of that awful place gave me chills. Just hearing him speak directly towards me sent shivers down my spine.

I also was positive that he wouldn't let me leave. Or that I would be able to if I did decide to try which was nicely proven by the night's events.

What if he was just trying to take me back either way, and was just trying to get me to come quietly? Well I didn't have much of a choice besides to take his word for it.

He is waiting for an answer now. There's no point in trying to stall any longer.

I looked up, "I'll go with you."