AN: Hey so this is my first story. I just wanna test the waters see if I should bother carrying on this story. I know its short but my other chapters will be longer. Also if you do like this story I won't add another chapter for a while as I wanna finish it first. Anyway enough rambling. On with the story...
Lucia Cullen
Chapter 1
My feet pound against the cobble road, my long legs propelling me forward even faster. But not fast enough. I'm only 14 for God's sake.
I can hear him behind me, closing in with every step. I need to lose him in the crowd, and then maybe I can escape down one of the many backstreets of this town. Sounds east, now let's try putting it into practice.I use my angular elbows to barge my way threw the crowd. The losing part should be easy, I'm wearing red and it is Saint Marcus' Day. But there is still the chance of him following me. I blocked that thought from my mind; I blocked everything from my mind. Everything except my ability to run. And to run fast. I focused every cell of energy in my body to my legs. Making them move as fast as they possibly could.
Not even knowing if he is still following me, I cut down a backstreet, thankful for the shelter from the heat. But I don't stop, I never stop running. Not even when I see the sky change to many shades of red and orange before settling into a peaceful midnight blue. Not even when the stars are sparkling so brightly and the moon is looking more bigger and beautiful than I have ever seen. Not even when I'm running in the woods, with every branch pulling at my clothes, my hair and my skin. I see, hear or feel none of this. My mind is on lockdown. The only thing working is my legs. Getting me as far away possible from that bastard excuse of a man. I vaguely see the sun rising in the sky, meaning I've been running for 20 hours straight. I can't feel anything. No exhaustion. No soreness. Nothing. But I keep running. And the sun rises higher and higher. I'm still in the woods so I feel none of its heat. In fact I feel the opposite, a strange chill in the air.
And then it hits me. Literally, I'm hit with what feels like a rock in my legs. Propelling me backwards with such a force that it unlocks my brain from the lockdown it's been in for the past day or so. "Nessie are you okay?...Oh my god what happened?!" I hear a musical voice call out. It feels like every fibre of my being is in pain. Wait scratch that, it doesn't feel like it, every fibre of my being is in pain. Every part of my body is sore. My whole body aches for food, water and rest. A face looms over my own and I focus my eyes in on it "D...dad?" I shakily whisper.
I don't see or hear his reply as I'm consumed by the comfortable black nothingness.
So tell me what you think. Sorry for the mistakes if any. I'm not the best writer in the world as you can tell. But yeah please press that button below and let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is very welcome