Rosethorn's P.O.V
I ran as fast as could from the pouring rain which messed up my make-up revealing my scars. I had just escaped from my abusive father. We lived in the quite small-town of violet hill where nothing bad ever happened. So it was easy for him to keep me captive here. He was drunk and knocked out in our house floor.
As I ran a smashed into a man. He looked about 16 or 17. His hair was black and his skin was pale as the glowing moon.
"Sorry." I said scampering up quickly.
"It's fine. Your hurt and bleeding though." He observed. His expression was as if he was trying to hold back from something.
"I'm fine.' I lied.
"No your not. The hospital's up the road you need to get there." He said. Suddenly I had the feeling to do what he said but I resisted.
"No." I said.
"Go." He said more forcefully.
"No.' I said then I collapsed from the loss of blood and fainted.