Chapter 1
A/N
Heya my name is Fluff! I'm an obsessive Newsies fan. I'm not kidding, like big time; just ask Gore she has to put up with my constant fangirling. I'm a new writer and this is my first story so please for the love of god no flames. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Enjoy my story!
-Fluff
I was done! I was done with that life. A dad who was never sober enough to know I was even alive, a mother who did nothing about his constant abuse, and a little sister who didn't deem me worthy enough to breathe the same air as her. I want to live my life! And if that means I have to do it as far away from my family as possible, so be it.
'I need some supplies,' thought 'I need stuff from the attic.'
We're not allowed to go into the attic. I tried once and my dad yelled at me and hit me. When he was done, my mother told me there was magic there not to be dealt with; she was probably just as drunk as him. I hate my family.
My parents were out (thank god) and my sister was at a friend's house so this was my only opportunity to get out of here. I didn't know where to go but I knew that anywhere was better than here. I grabbed me bag that had my wallet ($217.50), my phone my iPod, some clothes, and books. I wanted to go to the attic to find something like rope that I could use for emergencies.
I walked into the hallway taking one last good look at my childhood room. The song lyrics on my walls, the white and blue bedding, and the cluttered desk. I can't believe I'm saying this but I might actually miss this place. I grew up in this room, all 14 years of my life. 'No you are leaving,' I told myself 'no second thoughts.' I shut the door and walked to the attic.
It is really creepy, the door is normal then you open it and there is just a bunch of stairs leading straight up, then everything is dark. I felt around for the light turned it on and started walking.
I ran around the room looking for things to use. So far I had a lighter, a Rubik's cube and a flashlight. I still needed rope. I scaled the wall looking for some form of it, and then I saw some in the back near the window. It looked frayed but it'd work. I grabbed it and pulled it down; unfortunately a bunch of stuff came down with it. I shoved the rope in my bag and looked at what else had fallen. Two boxes, and a newspaper. I recognized the first box, and it wasn't a pleasant memory. It was from my sixth birthday. That was also the day my dad started drinking. It had my initials on it: HKM, Hope Katherine Matherson.
I threw the box across the attic. Stupid memories. I picked up the newspaper. It read:
The World 1899
TROLLEY STRIKE DRAGS
ON FOR THIRD WEEK
I put that in my bag too, maybe it'd be worth something and I could sell it.
The other box seemed to be calling to me, like something inside wanted me to open it. It could be anything; adoption papers, severed limbs, stuff like that. 'Oh why not it's probably harmless' I took out my pocket knife and cut the duct tape that sealed the cardboard. Before I realized what was happening, dust flew in my face and I couldn't see anything. I tripped on a beam and fell forward.
Then I saw black.
A/N
So what'd ya think? sorry it's so short. I'll try to update soon then it'll get good. Realistically it'll probably be the weekend before I update again, I can try to make it sooner but we'll see. My guess is around Friday afternoon. I hope you like it so far, Gore helped out a lot with this chapter because I'm so prone to writers block, and she was feeding me ideas all weekend. Remember no flames but constructive criticism.
Thanks for reading
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