Chapter 1
Sam's POV
Not even 3 days ago she got to meet my brother, James. Now all he does is talk about her, ask me a million questions about her. It's so cute, my older brother fell in love with someone he doesn't even know.
But she (Anya) is an awesome girl. She's my best friend. She's short though. Only about 5'4" in all. She has long black hair with red highlights and the most beautiful grey eyes I've ever seen.
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"Hey Sam," Anya says sitting next to me. "What are you doing?"
"Hey, nothing. Just reading." I respond closing the book I'm holding.
Fun, fun." Anya says with a skittish smile.
I smile back, "You're thinking about my brother again aren't you?"
She blushes.
"You are you little slut!"
She glares at me.
----------------------------------3 weeks later--------------------------
"You bitch!" I yell annoyed.
Why the fuck are you mad at me?!" Anya yells back at me as she tries to stay away from me
"You made them break up! They were doing so good!" I growl at her as I move closer to her.
"I did not. I don't even talk to them," Anya whispers as she keeps her eyes on me; watching my every move.
I get so I'm standing right in front of her, "It's all your fault, you suicidal, slutty, fag." I growl.
She just looks at me in shock. I swing and hit her hard. She blinks, but doesn't hit me back. This, of course, makes me madder.
What?! You too good to hit me back? Huh?" I growl annoyed.
She shakes her head.
"Yeah you do!" I yell at mer.
She shakes her head.
"Yeah you do!" I yell at her.
She shakes her head again.
I swing out and hit her in the middle of the chest causing her to stumble back. This time I pushed it. She moves and kicks me in the middle of the chest, breaking my collar bone. I fall to the ground. As I do my head hits a metal pipe and then the floor. Everything goes black then silent.
article in the newspaper the next day
Today, to our shock, it has been discovered
young Same Tiner of our home town
died yesterday. Young Sam and Anya Ulama
got into a terrible fight. Young Sam fell and hit
her head on a metal pipe before hitting the floor…
James couldn't read any more. He's furious. He grabs the phone and dials Anya's number quickly.
"Hello?" She answers softly.
"You are going to pay!" James growls.
"James? What do you mean?" She asks even softer.
"You killed her!" he yells before he hangs up.
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Slowly I put the phone down and look at my shaking hands. "I have to run…" I whisper to myself.
I grab my dad's old army duffle bag out of my closet and set it on the couch. I grab enough dark and camouflage clothes to last me a few weeks and quickly put them into the duffle bag. I grab a smaller bag and fill it with food, then I shove that bag into the duffle bag. I shove a few jugs of juice and water into the duffle bag. Then I grab my pillow and sleeping bag. I shove those into the duffle bag with everything else. I zip the bag shut and grab my journal with a couple pens. I put them into the small zipper on the top of the bag.
I walk to my closet and pull out my favorite black and purple hoodie and pull it on. I grab the duffle bag and run out of the apartment and out the door. When I get out I look both directions and see James coming towards the building. I slip down and alleyway and hope I'm not seen.
3 years later
Anya's still on the run
Anya's POV
I run silently down a dark alleyway. James found me… again. I can't let him find me. I think as I crouch at the end of the alley.
As I crouch I hear…
Thud… Thud… Thud…(footsteps)
Narrator's POV
James approaches the end of the alley to where Anya is crouched down trying to hide. He walks up to her and pulls her to her feet, then her pulls out a gun and puts it to her forehead. She looks up to him.
She starts to laugh, "Come on, Shot me if you can."
He pushes himself to pull the trigger, but he can't. He lowers the gun.