author note: this first chapter is short and made up. I am trying to give some backstory to how MC ended in a situation where the story could take place.

It was 11 at night as you walked the streets, ducking in and out of ally ways trying to draw little attention to yourself as you ponder on how to find a place to sleep...

Earlier that day you had run away from home, away from your family who had given up on you. You had been in an accident almost a year ago, and had been in a coma for the 8 months that had followed. The past 3 months had been spent in therapy, to cope with the loss of your only friend in the car crash.

You shook your head at the thought of her, and continued onward.

"she is not even trying to get better, we are just wasting time and money on her... she is given ways to help her but I see no change in behavior..."

You had learned how to get around the house without making noise when you were only thirteen years old. Frustration and anger flared in the pit of your stomach when you hear your mother ramble on, talking to your father through the phone. You had been living with your mom while in college since it was only a few blocks away, and it saved money not having to live in a dorm or apartment. With the accident, you were unable to finish your freshman year, and were forced to drop out and re-register next year. You had been working at small part time jobs to fill up time, and to save up for replacing the lost year of college tuition.

"I don't know why we even make an effort with her since she does not even try to put effort in her school work... Either she gets A's on her next final, or I will find a manual labor job for her to work.

You shivered at the thought of you having to pull weeds and wash houses for the rest of your life, but also felt sad that your mother only saw you as needing to become exactly like her. She would even call your achievements our achievements. Your relationship with her had suffered ever since your parents separated, leaving you to receive your mother's angry wrath instead of your dad. 'no wonder they separated.'

You felt something inside you snap, and your depression flooded you with grief as you quietly slipped back inside your bedroom.

Duffel bag packed with clothes, blankets, pillows, and as many of your personal items that you could take. A gym bag had your essentials, and your purse, though more of a bag, had your medication, food, and all the money you could find. You had even found a small stash in your mother's room.

Before you could have time to rethink your decision, you slipped out of the house and into the night. You had been lucky to be able to smuggle an ice cream bucket of dog food and you somehow found room to pack your dog. Thank goodness for the fact that she was so small she could fit inside a soup bowl if she curled up. As if on cue you feel something shift in your shoulder bag/purse thing, and opened up the top so the small head could peek out from the top.

You had no idea where you were going, but you hopped it would be better than the life you were leaving.

note:

Please be respectful of this chapter. The dog in this story is a black and white shih tzu named Oreo. There will be slightly altered points bc of copyright, but I will follow word for word from the game as much as possible

~Lucky Muddypaw