Hey Guys, this is me Sacred Nightmare. If you all have been wondering where this story went, it's because some dumb person deleted it, because I put up an author alert instead of a chapter. I'm very angry, but any ways, here's what I have to "talk" to you guys about.
I did NOT like the way this ways going, (ya I know a lot of you did, 40 reviews! Thank you all so much!)
Ya, so I didn't like the way it was going so I decided to get a new s/n and redo the whole thing. My new pen name is dontstay-fallen and the new title for this story is called Waiting on Yesterday. So ya please review that one. I want to know if you all are still interested. So please R R!
Here's the story if you guys still want to read it.
Chapter 1
I've been walking around for hours. I don't know where I am. I'm just glad to get away from them. I had to. They would've killed me.
It's raining. I'm freezing cold; the temperature must have dropped at least five degrees in the past hour. I'm only wearing jeans and a sweater, which doesn't help much since they're soaking wet. I shifted my backpack, which contained my switchblade, my journal, my cigarette's and my lighter. I looked around, trying to find a sign, hoping it would give me some sort of a clue for me to figure out were I was. My heart plummeted. There were no signs.
I'm completely lost. I'm going to die here, I thought, all hope drained from me. I'm going to die here, right next to this damn deserted highway. And no one will even care. No one's ever cared about me. I've never had any friends before, I was a loner at school, at least on the days that I even went to school. I usually skipped, and went off and hung around at the library for most of the day. I would read books and then maybe write in my journal, poetry mostly, not much else. I don't like writing about my life, I don't enjoy reliving it.
I trudged on, as the rain pounded harder. The gravel crunched under my shoes, which were covered completely with mud. I squinted through the fog and heavy rain, hoping to catch a glimpse of a car coming down the road. I didn't see one. I was ready to give up and die. Death would be a lot better option than going to back to them. I hated them, I was never going back, I would die first.