AUTHORS NOTE: I dont really know. I just has this idea floating around in my head. My apologies, this chapter is really short.
This was the night she would run. The redhead couldn't bear it any longer. The beatings, the starvation, the neglect, etc.
Thirteen-year-old Anne Shirley was running away from the Hammonds. Where? She did not know. All she knew was that she had to get away before Mr Hammond killed her.
She quickly put her plan into action. Quietly packing up her few belongings: a comb that was missing teeth, her threadbare nightgown, an extra pair of undergarments, some bread and dried meat that Mrs Hammond had, and a small bar of soap she had made earlier, she slipped out the front door into the moonlit night.
The little girl walked cautiously, making sure not to step on any dry twigs or leaves. She did not slow down or look back at the broke down cabin that held so many of her nightmares. On and on she went, only stopping once to drink from a stream.
She knew there was a town about 30 miles away. Charlottetown, she believed. Maybe I can find work there. Work with people that won't yell or beat me. Daydreaming about all of this, her hand touched the bruise that Mr. Hammond had inflicted on her earlier that day. She had accidentally spilt water on the table when she was serving him, and he was not pleased.
She took cover by a stream in the woods, for what remained of the night. No one will find me here I think. And she slowly drifted to sleep. The world was a scary place to be alone in, but she was used to it. Weren't all orphans used to it?
