Lizzie

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Escaping. I don't know any better way to describe it. That is exactly what I am doing, I am escaping. I am escaping the past that haunts me, the people that hurt me, and the people that I love. You might be wondering why I would try to escape someone that I love. Well, what if the person you love was also the person that haunted your dreams, and hurt you severely. Yeah, tough decision.

Anyways, back to what I was saying earlier, I am escaping to a new town called Roseville. Luckily, nobody knows me… or about my past, and hopefully it will stay like that. I will start school in a week, I got here yesterday but since it is still spring break I have some time on my hands.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, my name is cammie, I am originally from California but after I told my parents I wanted to move they sent me here to live with our house keeper Ellen. My parents own this huge business company, so I only see them like once a year, but that's okay Ellen is practically my second mother, except she is really laid back.

My parents still don't know about the accident, after I begged Ellen not to tell them about it. They think I just fell out of a tree and landed in thorn bushes. I wish that is how my arm was broken and how I was bruised and scratched so bad, if only. I shudder as violent memories start to surface my mind.

That's the reason I moved here…because of the accident. I don't like to dwell on it much, but really it was a painful thing for me to go through. I don't understand, I thought it was just a onetime thing…oh how I was wrong.

I start to unpack my clothing in my small room, I know I said my parents owned a big business and everything, but umm let's just say they weren't expecting a child and so they don't really know how to deal with me. It's fine though, I practically raised myself anyways.

My clothes to say the least were not very exciting. After it started I started to cover myself up more. My wardrobe consisted in black and grey hoodies, dark black pairs of jeans, and black sneakers. For all those fashion queens out there I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am NOT a friggin' Barbie

I still felt sluggish from the flight yesterday, so I decide I should go for a run. My running gear is probably my only clothes that aren't black. My favorite running shirt that I decide to wear is a forest green, my shorts are baby blue, and I have on grey Nikes with green soles.

I head out the door with my head phones in my ears. I run to the park where I hear there is a great running trail. When I get to the park I am surprised to see that there is a girl about my age with a ton of books sitting at one of the benches.

She has blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and a slightly freckled face. I jog over to her and take off my head phones. "Excuse me," I say quietly making her jump in the air. She looks up but when she sees me she has a puzzled look on her face.

"Uhh… do I know you?" she asks sounding confused. I shake my head and say

"No, I am new here and I was wondering why you have all your books here, I thought school started in a week," I say wrinkling my nose at the thought of having to start school anytime earlier than I already have to.

She seems to understand and says "Oh no, I'm just weird like that and want to get a head start on the semester," she explains shyly. I look at like she is crazy, and she chuckles at my expression.

"My name is Liz and I believe I have heard of you, it's Cameron right?" she says holding out her hand for me to take it. I shake it and nod indicating that she is correct.
"You can call me Cammie," I say sitting down across from her, I mean I don't really have anything else to do.

For the rest of the afternoon we chat and get to know each other. The next day we meet up again, but this time she doesn't have any books, but she does have to other girls. When I met them I learned that their names were Bex, and Macey. For the rest of the week I hung out with them getting to know them better, and by the time we only had a day left until school I felt like I had known them my whole life.

I told them about the accident and made them swear that they wouldn't tell anyone else. Like the best friends they now were, they easily agreed. Even after I told them they still accepted me, actually they more than just accepted me. Liz started crying on my behalf, which of course made me cry, which made Bex. The only person that didn't cry was Macey because she swore and I quote "there is no way I am ruining my make up". Finally when we all stopped crying it looked like Bex was going to bust a vein or something.

She started saying some really bad things about what she was going to do to him.Yeah, I know wimpy cammie is not even strong enough to say his name… sue me. After that I started crying once more. Just because j-josh hurt me doesn't mean that I wanted to hurt him.

Bex started apologizing like crazy saying she hadn't meant to bring up painful memories, but I forgave her right away explaining that I didn't want to hurt josh.

If you haven't noticed by now him is Josh. I guess I really should explain, I always have been one to procrastinate.

Anyways, Josh was my boyfriend, and at first we were happy together but then something happened. At the beginning of the school year Josh who used to only be semi popular, made the football team. He was their star quarterback. It didn't take long for the popularity to go to his head. He said I wasn't a good enough girlfriend because I didn't dress like a slut. Now, of course he didn't use those exact words but that was what he was implying.

After I denied him he started to hit me…a lot. The first time he hit me he was drunk from one of the football games after parties and I thought that it was a onetime thing and that he didn't know what he was doing, but sadly I was wrong, very wrong.

He started to frequently hit me saying it was my fault about all the bad things in his life. Like that his parent's were divorced or that his dog died. Like I said earlier I have always been one to procrastinate and so I let him hit me thinking that it was just puberty or something and that it would pass over but it only seemed to get worse.

It is not until now that I realize that he enjoyed what he did to me, I didn't notice it until now but I do remember a gleam in his eye…an evil gleam. I started to wear black hoodies and long dark pants so people wouldn't notice the cuts or the bruises. The only part of that wasn't bruised was my face, because according to him, my pretty little face needed to be kept clean so I wouldn't be ugly.

Ellen seemed to figure out what was happening so I decided that it wasn't getting any better and that I should break things off with him. Let me tell you, he was not very happy about that. I was at his house when I told him which on my part was not very smart. He started shouting at me saying 'it wasn't my choice to make' but for once I shouted back at him only to have my arm broken.

After I fell to the floor helpless he still kept hitting me like I was his own personal punching bag until I screamed loud enough that his neighbors came in and took me to the hospital, or at least that is what they tell me. After my arm broke I was in so much pain that I blacked out.

Now mind you, this had been going on for months and it has only been a couple days since I got my cast off, so I still have a lot and I mean a lot of cuts and bruises that are fresh.

When Ellen found out she insisted on calling my parents and telling them the truth but after lots and lots of pleading I convinced her not to get them involved. As for Josh, I didn't press charges but he still went to jail for a week as a warning to what would happen if he ever tried something like that again.

That is pretty much it, I didn't want to deal with my past anymore because it was too painful for me, so I asked my parents if I could move because I felt I wasn't getting a proper education as I would somewhere else and luckily they believed it, and well, here I am.

Recalling all these memories bring tears to my eyes as I climb in my bed already worried what tomorrow will bring to me on the first day of school.