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I was walking down the streets of Kemalli, a small village of Kadışehri in the Yozgat Province. This was the town I would be living in from now. To say it was small was an understatement. The population of this town was 497 according to wikki. From what I could tell the town was very undeveloped. The main street consisted of a post office, a small medical centre (that I would bet hardly ever opened), a small aria for the 'market' and a souvenir shop for tourist. I doubted that many tourists came here. My father had told me that most of this village had only just gotten sewerage, running water and electricity in the last few years. The market was run once a week and instead of using money or currency to buy things you would trade your own goods. Usually the males of the family would sell and the females would buy. This place was perfect. Most people would hate to be here but I loved it. My father was happy to be here too. It gave him more privacy. I had been trying for ages to get him to move from our house in Istanbul. He didn't understand my need to be away from the city. Finally I had managed to convince him that this would be good for both of us, it would give him the privacy he was always looking for and it would give me the space for my writing. He would always ask why I needed space for it but never understood that it wasn't so much space I needed. What I needed was room. I needed to be able to be creative without everyone looking down on me. I needed somewhere to find inspiration. I needed to be free.

As I turned to go up our drive way I noticed a small wild rabbit diving into its burrow. I couldn't help the smile that came. This was perfect.

"What are you smiling at?" my father asked as I walked into the kitchen.

"Nothing Baba. I'm just happy." I told him.

"Well, why so happy?"

"This place is amazing. I love it here. Thank you Baba for allowing us to move."

"Anything to see my little girl happy." He kissed my forehead. "I have to go out for a bit. I won't be home till late. Don't be up too long."

"Ok Baba. I love you."

"I love you too Kiz." He said before leaving.

After my Baba left I couldn't help but get out my note book. I never really liked typing my stories. It always felt so un-personal and uninspiring to me. Typing has convenience and all but it's so detached from the work. No one ever understands it. I just like writing by hand first I guess. After garbing my book I went out to the back yard. I sat under one of the many trees that boarded parts of our garden and let my imagination carry me away.

I love writing, it's always been my escape. It's my way of getting away from the world. Over the last year and a half it has become my world. After Christians death I embedded myself in my writing more than ever, it became a lifeline. Writing was my outlet in every way. I loved my dad sure, and some of the people he would hire to work around the house (I hated calling them servants or staff. It sounded too stuck up) were ok, but dad had so much work to do and he was male, the workers weren't exactly friends of mine. Basically after Christians died I had no one I could talk to. Writing gave me some sort of substitute. I also loved the calming effect it had always had on me. It was my peace, my comfort, my way to vent and my confidante.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I had an unsettling feeling that someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and looked up to see a beautiful girl with light blond hair and deep chocolate eyes. She looked so sweet and gentle. It looked like she was about five. She seemed scared and lost. On closer inspection I noted her cloths were tattered and dirty, her hair was a mess with twigs and leafs stuck throughout it, her face was covered in dirt and on her left arm there was a dark patch that looked suspiciously like blood. I was suddenly so frightened for the girl. I looked around quickly. It had gotten dark.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Sophie." She said quietly.

"What happened Sophie?"

"I wan away." She said not able to pronounce it properly.

"Why did you do that?"

"Coz my daddy was bad to the nice lady an I wanted to help but then he was bad to me again."

"What do you mean by bad?" she didn't answer me, instead she held her left arm out to me. She seemed to wince in pain as she did so.

"Did he do this to you?" I asked suddenly feeling the urge to beat the shit out of this man when she nodded her head. "Come with me sweetie." I said taking her by the other arm and leading her into the house.

Who do you think Sophie is?

What happend to Christian?

Where are the others?

What do you guys think? Let me know what yall think. I would really like to know.

I probebly wont be umdating for a few weeks because school is almost over for the year, which means exams :'( . But the more reviews i get the sooner i will update, i wont be doing a second chapter untill i get atleast 10 reviews for this one.

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