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"I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I'M LEAVING. GOODBYE!"

You slam the door and stomp down the street, away from that house of horrors and the mother who beat you everyday. You are fighting the tears as you walk.

Suddenly, you feel a force like a charging rhino barrel into your right leg. You buckle and hit the ground, clutching your leg. It's bent at a bad angle at the hip and knee, with several twists in between.

You mother exits the car that had just ran into your leg. She walks up and slaps you.

"Get up."

You can feel the tears spilling over. The initial shock of the accident has worn off and the pain rushes in. You're nearly blinded as a wave of crippling pain washes over you. She slaps you again, harder.

"I said, get up."

You don't want to risk any more damage to your leg from her stepping on it, so you pull yourself to your feet. Somehow, you don't black out from the pain, and you manage to stand up mostly straight.

Your mother shoves you to the ground and growls, "Walk to the hospital, you little worthless swine." You remember all the other words she used to describe you, and you're glad she at least didn't curse.

Someone walked by and gasped. "Are you okay?" You can't speak without bawling, so you shake your head no. They pull their phone out of their pocket and dial some numbers. You start to fade from the steadily increasing pain. You look up at the sky and watch the blue turn slowly to black just as you begin to hear sirens in the distance.

Your P. O. V.

You sigh as you limp out of the hospital. Your leg hadn't healed right, and it had forced you to give up your place on the track team. You were the prized runner and hurdler, but when the doctors told you you'd never run again, you cried for hours.

You blink the tears away and smiled at the clerk of the hospital.

"Alright, for three months of hospital care, two surgeries, and medications, your total comes to… Ten thousand dollars. How are you going to pay?" You freeze. Payment had never crossed your mind.

An idea popped into your head. 17 was still a minor, and your parents paid for most stuff…

"Can you send my mother the bill?" The clerk smiled and nodded, taking my mother's address happily.

Payback at last. You smile as the clerk dismisses you. You limp out the door and into the sunlight.

You had plan to stay at a friend's house, far away from this town. Your friend, of course, was on the internet. He had sent you a friend request, and you had chatted for a while. He had agreed to let you come stay with him in Russia.

You sigh and think of ways to get into your mother's house undetected. You need money for a one-way ticket to Russia, and that cost 600 dollars.

Luckily, you mom needed a vacation recently, and sent you to visit your father in Europe. You still had your passport.

After a moment, you had your route mapped out. You would climb in your old bedroom window and steal the money from your mother when she was asleep. The dog hates her, but loves you. He is a huge black German Shepherd.

He had been a fight dog before you adopted him. You had gotten him to love you by holding him in a thunderstorm, but he hated your mom because she threw things at him. You smiled at the thought.

You walked to a nearby store and purchased a plain, underwhelming backpack with a lot of space. You used what little money you had left to buy a water bottle.

After washing it out with some dish soap you bought and filling it, you wait out the time left before you can sneak into your old house.

After a long 6 hours, you sneak up to the first floor window. You silently thank you dad for buying a one story house.

You popped the screen out of it's place and slip the unlocked window smoothly out of the way.

You sneak in silently and wince at the pain in your leg.

It was still not healed, but without this money, you would be living with the terror of your mother. You shudder at the thought and slip into the dark room.

Your room lay exactly as you left it. You smile and walk over to your desk.

You look at the picture on the desk longingly. After a moment, you pack it with your paints, brushes, and other supplies into the backpack. You reach out to the drawer in the desk. Inside is a large pile of extra papers.

After a moment you reach underneath them and pull a large box from the drawer. You reach for your necklace and grabb the key. You take it off your neck and unlock the box. It slides open and reveals 3 hundred dollars in cash.

You saved your pay for months in this box for this day. You smile and lock the box again and place it in the backpack. You replace the necklace around your neck and feel the key lay cold and hard against the skin over your heart.

You take a deep breath and walk methodically around the room, collecting the stacks of money from their places around the room. A stack of ten dollars here, a stack of five there, until you have 500 dollars accumulated plus the amount in the box. You take a deep breath and look in the place where the last hundred is. And you find it empty. You sigh and close the box of paper softly.

Your mother stole from you again. You creep out into the hall and turn towards the door to your mother's room. You lay a hand on the knob and turn it swiftly, not allowing your mind time to turn back.

You find the money in her purse and turn to look at her. Bottles of beer are littering the bed and she is laying face-down on her bed. You smile at the thought of her hung over and quietly creep from the room.

You pull yourself out of the room and close the window. You push the screen in place and leave the house you once called home behind, letting the cool night air wash away all the pain from those years.

You limp to the boat yard and buy a one-way ticket to Russia. You have your phone and charger in your backpack and pay the many quietly. He gives you your ticket just as the announcement that your boat is boarding. You wave at the man and climb the ramp to the boat's deck.

Because your gait is so slow, you are the last person to board. They pull up the ramps and everyone else goes below deck to the cabins. You smile as the salty air whipping past your face. You feel the fatigue of the past days washing over you and suddenly fall asleep.

You awake to the sounds of screaming. The boat was on fire. You scramble and limp as fast as possible towards the last escape boat. It pushes off before you are even halfway to it, and you are trapped on the boat. You feel panic flash through you at the thought. You can't swim, not after the accident.

It becomes clear that you are going to drown. You feel the tears spring into your eyes and wail like a helpless child.

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" You limp to your backpack and pull it onto your shoulders.

You steel yourself to try to swim, most likely drown, as something scoops you up and into the sky. You feel scaly limbs holding you securely in place as you are swept up and away from the burning boat.

You can feel the wind whipping around your face. You reach into your backpack and pull out your pocket knife. It is your favorite knife. It is in pristine condition, and a long, sharp blade folds into a handle that fits into your hand perfectly.

Your sure you have been captured by some large bird intent on killing and eating you.

After a few minutes, you see solid ground beneath you and are released onto the ground. You flick the blade out and whirl around, backing away from the creature. What you find makes you stagger with shock. A large, black, scaled creature stands before you.

It stands about shoulder-height on four legs, and has a rather cat-like head. It looks at you angrily and hisses at you. You hiss back, a deep, primal, horrifying hiss that seemed like it can't come from your slim frame. The creature looks taken aback. You know you confused it.

You evaluate your options. The island you are standing on is only big enough for the two of you with about 10 feet in between. A man steps out from behind the beast. "Easy, Toothless."

Well, this is it. My 4th of July post. I didn't have time to upload before now. Anyway, I'll see you gbuiys tomorrow with a new Fluttercord chapter. Have fun reading this one. Bye, guys. -Starflight