Ines stormed into her room, her breathing rigged. She felt a burnig anger, in her chest. Lucky for her, nobody was home to witness the sight of her anger. She really didn't like showing any negative emotions near anyone. She preferred to be alone when these emotioms came along.
"You can't leave. You simply aren't mentally nor physically strong enough to leave the village. I'm sorry, Ines. You will remain here. We don't want another incident, we don't want to lose you. You know what could happen if you were to leave. Another anima-" Her mother went dead silent, her eyes suddenly glazing over.
"Mom, please, I-" Ines sputtered out, struggling to keep her composure. Her mother slammed her hand on the kitchen table, standing up.
"I wish to hear nothing more of you, young lady! Off to your room, now! I will be back later." Her mother snapped at her, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Ines watched as her mither stormed out of the kitchen, tears stinging her eyes. She blinked away the tears, walking up to her room. She heard the front foor shut, and let out all of those pent up emotions. She stomped the rest of the way to the room, letting those tears fall.
She felt trapped, her heart ached. She threw herself onto the bed, screaming and wailing into her pillow. This, was nothing new to her, so she never knew why she cried each time. She just wanted to leave the place that reminded her of her lost one. Or ones. She barely left the house, never allowed to. The people outside would rst her out if she did, though. She never stood a chance.
She stopped crying after a while, listenimg to nothing but the silence of the house. She wanted to run away; she had to. An idea sparked im her mind, shocking her. She sat up, her green eyes wide.
"The hunter exam. I could prove to everyone..." She trailed off, realizing it meant running away. She hopped off of her bed, deciding to follow through with the plan. She walked to her wardrobe, swinging open the door. She took out black ungergarments, a black tank top, camouflage shorts, black socks, and black sneakers. She rushed into the bathroom, setting the clothes aside, along with a towel.
She stripped off her pajamas, taking off her prosthetic. She filled a mini cup with water, taking out her glass eye, and dropping it in the water, then stepping into the hot shower.
She stepped out of the shower, drying off. She slipped on the clothes she prepared. She walked into her room, slipping on a black hoodie over top tje tanktop. She brushed her light brown hair, pulling her hair into two low pigtails resting on her shoulders. She trudged back into the bathroom, grabbing her prosthetic and cup of water holding her glass eye.
She looled in the mirror, popping her glass eye, and putting on her prosthetic. She practically jumped back into her room, grabbing her backpack. She grabbed extra clothes, her three pill bottles, her ukelele, and her favorite book. She dug into the back of her wardrobe, grabbing a think envelope, peeking inside. She'd been saving money, there had to be at least enough to last her a few weeks out im the real world. She tossed the envelope inti her bag, skipping into the kitchen.
She grabbed two water bottles from the freezer, and an apple. She marched bakc into her room, grabbing her pocket knife from her dresser, and climbing under her bed. She noticed a spot with stiches, slicing it open. And out she pulled a spear. Sje crawled out from under the best, studying the spear.
The spear was green, with the design of a dragon wrapped around the handle. She huffed, looking out her window. The sky was beautiful; she jad always dreamed to touch it, and live inside the cloud. Those were silly dreams, as she grew older, she found them unrealistic. She grew out of them, her new dream becoming one of being free.
Now, she would get a taste of freedom. Tonight, she will soar, and get what she longed for, for so many years.
She hid the backpack, and spear, in the back of her wardrobe. She shut it, grabbimg the key and locking it. She jumped onto her bed, hiding the key inside the pillow case. She was too happy, to close her eyes. But she she began thinking, her owm tjoughts lulled her into a light sleep.
The sound of the fromt door opened awoke Ines. It soon shut, and footsteps echoed down the hall. Slightly giggling, and stumbling around, her mother bumped into a wall. She was clearly drunk, wasted even. Ines pushed herself out of bed, creeping towards the door. She held it slightly ajar, peering into the dimly lit hallway.
Her mother passed her door, and stumbled imto jer own room, shutting the door. Ines waited, lookimg over her shoulder, at the window. It was dark out, as dsrk as night gets. She shut her door, locking it. She walked to the window, looking the position of the moon. It had to be at least eleven or twelve. She tip toed over to her pillow case, picking out the key. She snuck over to her wardrobe, unlocking it, slowly opening the door. She dug into the back of the wardrobe, fishing out the spear, and backpack.
She swung the backpack over her shoulder, holding her spear in her right hand. She held her breath, charging at her window. She rammed her shoulder into the window, sending her flying out into the night.
She smiled, leaping on to another building. She took a good whiff of the fresh air, and exhaling loudly. She looked ahead, and kept running, never stopping for anything.