January 6th, 1998
In a large city that had no name, was a little girl named Jess. She had black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and most people thought she looked like a raven, in a way. She lived alone with her bastard father Markus, who often got drunk and beat up the poor girl. Her mother had died when she was 10, now she was 13.
It was on this particular day though, that would change her life as she knew it, and it was only 4 words:
"Go fuck yourself Jess!" Markus yelled angerily at the girl.
"Rot in Hell you bastard!" Jess yelled back. Markus had had enough, bringing his hand back and back handed her. The force caused her to fall over, onto the dirty apartment floor.
"You should be thanking me for keeping such a pathetic person like you around!" He yelled, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. "Now go to your room, and if I see you again you'll have more to worry then just a red mark." She slowly got up and stumbled to her room.
She had had it too.
Jess had been planning on running away since she turned 12, when her father's abuse got really bad. She didn't have a suitcase to put anything into, just her case for her keyboard, the one her mother had, a bit busted up, but still sounded good. She opened to case, placing a few things she would need into it, 150 dollars that she had gathered through the years, a photo of her mother, and her trusty switchblade.
After that, she closed it, sighing to herself. Could she really do this? She wasn't sure. All she had to do now was wait til the drunk passed out..
~A few hours later~
This was it, he was asleep. She had everything that she would need with her, food could be bought later, and water was easy to get ahold of, so she was not concerned. Jess took one last look around, before grabbing the door handle and opening it. It was night out, but the city's lights helped her see. Quietly closing the door behind her, she began her journey. To where? Wherever home was.