*** ST. Agnes Orphanage, 11 years ago***

I stepped through the door five minutes before curfew when they locked the doors, breathing a sigh of relief. I didn't have the energy to shimmy up the drain pipe and climb through the window tonight. "You got lucky tonight, Leah." Sister Gertrude said as she approached the door key in hand to lock it early like the witch she was. For the last time, it's Star! "I hope you actually made money today." I was one of the only girls here allowed to work because I graduated high school three years early and they didn't want to deal with me all day. I worked from 9am to 6pm at a diner down the street.

"Yes, ma'am" I said curtly.

"Good, as soon as you're eighteen you and that brat sister of yours are out." She reminded me. Her name is Skye, you old hag. "Now, off to your room." I was already climbing the stairs.

"Yes, ma'am." I said again. I bounced up the stairs, ready to see my little sister and go to bed. I reached the third floor and wandered down the hallway to the small room I shared with my sister. The door was shut with the plastic plaque that read 'Leah Ann Poots Mary Sue Poots' reflecting the dim lights on the wall. Huh, Skye never closes the door until I'm back. I pushed open the door. "Skye, what's-ah!" One of the maintenance men had Skye pinned to her bed by her throat and pawing at her shirt as she struggled under him. I grabbed the lamp off the dresser by the door and smashed it on his head as he turned towards me. He rolled off Skye dazed for only a second before he dove on me, knocking me to the ground. He strattled my waist both hand wrapped around my neck cutting off my air supply. I tried to push him off but couldn't. Skye hit him with something, he let go with one hand and shoved her away before wrapping it back around my neck. My vision going black, I groped around for something anything to free myself.

My fingers brushed the end of something long and metal, pulled it closer until I felt the plastic handle. I grabbed it, pulled my arm up and stabbed it into his neck. Once, twice, three, four times. His hands loosened, I stabbed one more time and he collapsed on top of me.

I laid there dazed for a moment, gasping, and then it hit me. Oh my god! He's dead! I pushed and wiggled until I slipped out from under him. I stood up and looked down, Skye was curled up in a ball by the foot for her bed and there was blood everywhere it was all over the carpet and me. We have to get out of here. I started moving. I closed the door and pushed the dresser in front of it. "Skye, get what you need and put it in a bag." I said calmly, my voice was horse.

"Huh?" She asked, looking confused. She was in shock and couldn't process what I told her.

"Skye, snap out of it." I said, grabbing a towel and wiping the blood off my hands, arms, and face. "We have to leave. Now." I yanked the old comforter off my bed and moved over to the body. I spotted the keys on his belt and snatched them and dropped them on my bed before throwing the comforter over the body.

"Okay." Skye said, nodding her head. She got up and grabbed her backpack dumped her textbooks out. She moved to the dresser and yanked open the drawer and started shoving clothes into her backpack. "It's in your hair." I looked down at my brown curls where they draped over shoulder. The ends were tinged darker with blood.

"Crap." I said and scrambled into the tiny bathroom connected to our room. I flipped on the light and looked in the mirror hanging from the wall. There was blood all over me. I pulled off my waitress uniform and the band from my hair. I moved to the shower and jumped in turning it on. I washed the blood from my hair and body quickly, scrubbing until the water ran clear, it took less than two minutes. I jumped out, turning the water off, and wrapped myself in a towel. I yanked a brush threw my hair and pulled it back up into a ponytail.

I walked back out into the bedroom. Skye was pulling our file from under her mattress, she tucked it into her bag. I grabbed clean clothes from the dresser and yanked them on. I walked over and pulled a duffle bag from under my bed. I went back to the dresser and started loading my clothes into it. With that done, I zipped the bag and walked back over to my bed. I sat the bag down, grabbed my tennis shoes from under my bed and shoved my feet into them. Turning around to knell on the bed, I pulled the loose brick from the wall and retrieved my stash of money from the hollowed out cache. I unzipped my bag and shoved the cigar-box full of money inside and zipped it back up.

I stood, slung the duffle bag over my shoulder, and grabbed the keys off the bed. I turned to see Skye standing, backpack on her back, staring at the body under the comforter. "Skye, come on." I said reaching to tug on her arm. She came when I pulled her, but was still staring at the body. "Skye, we don't have time for this right now. We have to leave." She finally pulled her eyes from the body.

"Okay." She said and I let go of her arm.

"Okay." I said. I pushed open the window between our beds and stuck my upper body out. I turned and pulled myself to sit on the windowsill grabbed on to the drainpipe and pulled my body the rest of the way out the window until I was wrapped around the pipe. I climbed down a little and waited for Skye to hoist herself out. She swung out onto the pipe and we climbed down.

On the ground, I scanned the small parking lot and spotted a truck with the maintenance company logo on it. I walked over and tried the key, it worked. "Skye, get in." I said opening the door. She climbed in and over to the passenger's seat. I got in closing the door behind me. I went to start the truck when something caught in my hand. I looked. This whole time I've been holding what I stabbed him with, a screwdriver that fell from his belt. I sat it on the seat and started the truck.

I pulled out of the parking lot and drove away. "Where are we going?" Skye asked quietly.

"Away." I said and kept driving.