Running

Short oneshot based on the 2014 Eurovision entry for Hungary titled 'Running'.

If I can't deal with something, if I can't stop it, I run from it. My motto 'every Crock girl for herself' is clear proof of that.

The biggest thing I was running from in my childhood was my father. Not the type of person you want to meet in a dark alleyway. Not that you'd want to meet any criminals in a dark alleyway.

Every night when the door banged open Artemis and I used to hide. But the punishment for hiding was worse than that for just coming out to the small kitchen, and facing it like a real man. 'A real man' is my Dad's words for someone who isn't afraid of pain and killing. I'm not a real man. Metaphorically or physically.

I would've given everything to at least get Artemis out of this crazy life. She was young, innocent and yet to be corrupted by my father's life lessons.

When Dad came home he would scream for us to get our lazy asses here right that moment. The next few hours was always spent with me getting most of the punishment while trying to protect Artemis.

Then after I comforted Arty and tucked her into bed, after Dad had went to conduct his 'night business', I would duck out the window and run.

But I always came back so I could see Artemis smile just one last time.

I never patched myself up, letting the scars form over my once smooth skin.

Even when Mum got out of jail in her wheelchair things didn't improve much. Dad still trained and disciplined us without her knowing.

One night Mum and Dad were yelling. Again. This time it was because she found out about training. I finally decided that I couldn't do it anymore so I packed my bag with the essentials and my Cheshire costume. I was going to leave without telling anyone but Artemis entered the room as I was putting my toothbrush in the backpack. She stood there clutching her teddy trying to work out what I was doing. Her eyes grew wide when she finally realised. I smiled softly at her and hugged her. Then I jumped out the window.

I ran and ran and ran. And I didn't stop running for a very long time.

That was, of course, until one redhead made me stop.

Roy Harper.

Now if I have to run I'm not alone. I finally have someone I can trust with my life.

Our lips met.

If you didn't get that most of it was Jade reflecting and the last line was after she finished her musings. Hope you enjoyed! Pretty please with a TARDIS on top!

AE