I was only fourteen when it happened, when I took my first steps into this strange and dangerous land. Don't get me wrong, I had the opportunity to go back whenever I wanted to, but... I felt I was needed more here than there. This is a story on how I become the woman I am today and the difficulties I had to survive. There was love, loss and pain.
It started out just as a normal day. I got up, got dressed and went to school. Which I dreaded to go to. Learned how to work out angles using Pythagoras theorem in maths, read this boring book 'of mice and men' in English. And had my lunch. High school wasn't too hard with the education side of things but the making of friends was a whole different story.
The kids were horrible, we'll they were at least to me. But I never heeded what they had said. Even if it was cruel. Things like don't be friends with her she will kidnap you and hold you for ransom or ask if I was a boy or girl confused of my gender like I looked like ahoy honestly I think they were jealous that I had bigger breast than them. Anyway ... Oh by the way I forgot to mention this but my name is Anna Ransom.
It really hit me some days when they would pick on me. I would hide it from them, not letting them see the satisfaction of upsetting me. But it did hurt. I had no friends no one to talk to, well I tell a lie I did have a friend, once but with my home life as it is she witnessed something horrible and even she fled from me fearing for her life never speaking to me again. That's when the rumours started. Teachers would query about my bruises on my arms and legs but all I would feel them was that I fell over.
Only my fantasy books, where my only escape from the horrible reality of my life, keeping me thrilled with all the plots and twist, the hero finding love and my favourites where the lord of the rings. Or anything from J.R.R. Tolkien in that manner. His world he created was beautiful and magical. Each and every character an individual and strong. Nothing like myself. Who wasn't anywhere near courageous or strong. I was shy and a coward, running away from my problems instead of facing them. I wished that one day I would change and be like the characters in these books. (Which I carried everywhere with me). During the lunch breaks I would always try and find a place hidden from those around me so I cold read and be emerged in the fantasy. It wasn't always easy as they would sometimes follow me, but I would lose them eventually.
As I finish the last class of the day i would run to the bus. Cause if I missed it I would have to walk home. Which was never good. If I was ever late home,... Well let's just say it wasn't pleasant. Like I love my mother and I know she loves me back but my father is another story altogether. I don't really like to talk or even think about it, but you will find out sooner or later. My body shivers just thinking about that horrible man. They tell us at school if you have any problems at home or know of someone who is being abused to tell them but coming from the side that does get abused, I will never tell. You just can't. I don't fear men just him. He is evil and very much reminded me of the witch King in my books.
Anyway enough about that back to the story. I was running out of the classroom and towards the bus stop. Though the long hallways and squeezing through other students to get to the bus in time. Finally reaching the last doorway which led to the entrance of the school. The bus in sight. I ran getting closer and closer to my goal, as the last of the students got on. But I was too late. The doors closed with a loud squeak of the hinges and off it went.
Shit, I was truly fucked. I sighed and started to walk home. The feeling of regret and pain as my bruises were still healing from the last time that happened a couple days before hand. This time I knew It would be worse. I kinda didn't want to go home now. But I did anyway. I trekked up hills and down slopes, moving closer to my house slowly. Picking up rocks and throwing them into the distance and kicking ad some loose ones with my ratty shoes. Well at least I will get home to what I don't know but I will be their for my mother, at least.
As I got home I tried to open the door but to no avail. It wouldn't budge. It was locked to my surprise. It was strange as it has never been before. No one was home. A sigh of relief fell over me as I pulled out my house keys and unlocked the glass door.
"Hello I'm home" I shouted into the silence. But no answer. I was glad at first but worry grew over me as the thought of my mother appeared. She wasn't here either and that worried me. Where could she be. Thoughts of her running away freighted me, leaving me here with HIM. And if she did run away where is father, did he go chasing after her. To go look for her. I had a feeling that she would never return. With that though in mind I decided to run away as well. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
I quickly run to my room. Empty my school bag heavy with books and ran to my drawers. Grabbing whatever clothes I could fine. Three pairs of underwear, a couple of bras, my one of my favourite pairs of jeans and a couple of tops. Folding them neatly and placing them into my bag along with a few of my favourite books. My bag was all packed, now I was to chance out of my uniform. Putting on my other favourite pair of jeans and a black 3/4 sleeve top. I was ready to go I only needed a little food for the trek and a bottle of water and I would be set. I quickly ran to the kitchen grabbing all I could that would fit in my backpack and the largest bitter I could find filling it quickly from the tap not knowing when my father will return. I was ready to leave this horrid place. Putting on a jacket and the backpack.
I decided to leave from the back door as the front would be too dangerous as father could return at any moment. I walked out of the kitchen and through the living room, past the dining table. I stopped at a door. The door to downstairs. It was something else. I was always warned never to open this door. But nothing was stopping me this time I am finally leaving this house for good.
I pulled at the handle twisting and turning it, with nothing. It's unlocked I can feel it but it just won't budge. I heard noises coming from behind it. Don't tell me father is down their. I hid as fast as I could deciding that staying behind it would be the best option as it flung open to my surprise. Two figures exited the archway. I couldn't tell who it was as the door was hiding me from them. I could feel the door closing on its own, my cover will be blown if it closes. I quickly squeezed out from my hiding place as quietly as possible. The men didn't notice me. Thank god. And I entered the opening into the blackness.
It was strange at first as I thought there would be stairs to run down, but their wasn't any. There was nothing but black all around me. I felt disoriented at first as I believed to be floating. Not standing or walking on anything solid but floating the black. Fear hit the pit of my stomach. Where was I. Where will I go. I suddenly thought of my favourite books and how the characters would get out of this. I closed my eyes imagining them. Wind blew past me and the sudden chill in the air pulled me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes colours passing by quickly. I felt like I was being dragged to a place. Suddenly everything stopped. I looked around confused and scared. Where was I? What was happening to me? I didn't know. I looked down to my feet. That's when I realised I was high up. I screamed. Heights really scares me. And whoosh I was falling. Closer and closer to the ground. I screamed some more anticipating the impending impact to the ground.
I awoke what felt like hours later. Face down in wet mossy grass. What the fuck just happened. I should of died from that fall. But here I was alive and awake. A little sore though. Where the fuck am I? I groaned and moaned as I lifted myself up. Now I am all dirty. Tears welled in my eyes. Of what kind of tears I could no tell you. I was happy as I was no longer in that horrid house or tears of fear, being in an unknown place. Either way I was now lost and alone, and being a girl just entering her adolescent phase in life it is hard to express the emotion I was feeling.
And that is how my story started.