The escapee: Chapter 1: Hazel Laura Malvin stared blankly out the open attic window. She allowed her mind to wonder. "When would her sister be back?" She wondered with a shudder. She looked at the bruises from yesterday, which had begun to fade. She figured it wouldn't be to long before she got them back. She walked over to her rock-hard mattress and sat down on it. Her parents wanted to get rid of it, but it was worth only 5 pokè. They thought that price was far too low so they just gave it to her. It wasn't really that much of an improvement from sleeping on the attic floor. She decided to take a risk and read a little. She took out her favorite book, a book about Sinnoh legends. She read the story of the lake guardians, her favorite tale. She sighed and put the book down. If only she hadn't been so clumsy and broke that plate. Now she had to suffer a 3 week grounding. She had no food except for the stale bread she hid under her mattress. Only to make matters worse, her horrid sister Clara and her buneary come up to beat her up every day or so. Hazel had shoulder length mousy brown hair, hazel eyes and, loose, threadbare clothing. She was really skinny and covered in bruises from head to toe. She was basically a slave in her own home, and did all chores around the house. Her parents were always reminding her about how she was an accident, and how Clara was a better daughter and how they'd gladly kill her if it wasn't illegal and blah blah blah. Also, her wrist was slightly twisted from being broken and not healing properly. Suddenly, she heard some one stomping up the attic steps: Clara. Quickly, she shoved her book under her mattress and went back to staring blankly out the window. Clara was wearing a frilly pink dress, fancy shoes, and had her reddish brown hair tied back. Hazel looked at Clara's hands and saw she was wielding a baseball bat. " Hey, waste of space. Get down on the mattress." "Why should I listen to you?" She hit her in the stomach. "That's why." Clara growled then pushed her on to the mattress. "Buneary, ice beam, now!" Now her hands and feet were frozen to the mattress. Clara started hitting around her feet. Whack. Whack. Whack. She forced her self not to show any pain. She wanted to give Clara the least amount of satisfaction possible. Whack. Whack. Whack. She was up to my knees now. I allowed my mind to wander. "Why was I cursed with this terrible life? What did I do to deserve this? Why?" Then it hit me. "Why did I have to go through this? Why couldn't I just leave?" Clara hit me really hard in the stomach. "Omph!" "Shut up." She growled, and hit me harder. Excitement was growing inside her. Her parents would be away tomorrow, so she could run away tonight. Then, reality crashed over her like a wave. " Who am I kidding?" Hazel thought " My parents will call the police, then when they get me back they'll kill me, or I'll be ripped to shreds by wild pokèmon!" Clara was hitting her shoulders now. She prepared for the final blow. "You shouldn't have been born!" Clara shrieked. Hazel tried to say " I know" but, all that came out was a strangled groan. Clara hit Hazel on the head, knocking her out.