"Run, Sunny! Run with all your heart!" I yelled behind me at the little girl struggling to keep up. The sky pelted us with little ice chunks; hitting our backs with a thud. The sky was a velvet ribbon of black and blue stretched far and wide for the world to see. It was dark and haunting; full of gray clouds. I couldn't help but shiver. Sheets of hail continued to come down nonstop around me, but I didn't notice. I was only focused on getting away, far away. I could barely see where I was going. My heart was racing faster and faster; my feet slamming against the cobblestones as I ran with all my might. The pain was starting to settle in and I could no longer take it. My feet had taken me as far as they were willing to go.
As I started to slow down, I took a look behind me. Sunny? Oh my gosh! "Sunny!" I screamed. I turned around and started running in the opposite direction. "Sunny!" I screamed again, tears starting to stream from my eyes. My cheeks were burning; screaming out to me that the tears were painful. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before. I cold hear it pounding in my chest. Bum bum, bum bum. "Sun--Sunny!" I yelled through heart wrenching sobs. I looked everywhere for her, but alas, she was no where to be found.
I collapsed to the ground, letting the tears fall freely. They stung my cheeks as they rolled down. I cried my heart out; the tears were washing away the pain. My pain. Pain from years and years that had built up into a huge mountain; one that couldn't be destroyed. I cried out; the pain was almost unbearable.
I no longer had a home, for I had just run from mine. And now this. My sister disappeared into oblivion. I had no one. I was all alone in a world I didn't know. What was I going to do?
The pain and exhaustion finally took over and I drifted into a deep sleep.....

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"I'm going to beat you till you can't walk no more, you little brat!" He said to me as he slapped me as hard as he could across the cheek.
" No, daddy, no! Please! No, Daddy! I love you! I'm sorry! Daddy, Please!!!" I screeched, tears streaming down my face. It burned from where his hand had struck it. I was backed all the way into a dark corner in the dining room. My sister was standing there, terrified, only a few feet away, watching in horror as her big sister got beat on.
"Run, Sunny, Run!" I screamed as he kicked me in the stomach a few times.
"No! I can't leave you here like this!" Tears were rolling down her face as she stood there pleading with me.
"Sunny, I'll be okay, I promise. Just go!" I yelled, panicked now at what he was going to do to me, but all I was worried about was getting Sunny away from here; away from Him.
I gave her a quick smile to reassure her as he then slapped me again and punched me in the jaw. She took off, then, afraid of what she might see next.
"You'se goanna pay for that, little gu--gurl," he slurred. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he came even closer. I could hear the rain pounding against the roof and every so often, a bolt of lightning would flash in the kitchen window.
He was almost on top of me now. My whole body was shaking and I was shivering like mad. I didn't know what to do.
He reached his hand out to touch me, but I slapped it before he even got close. As he pulled it back from the pain and shock, I dove. As I did so, I knocked into his legs causing him to topple over. I took this moment as a chance to get free. I started crawling away, the pain almost to heavy for me to move. But I soon found out it was no use, for I felt pressure on my left foot. He had grabbed my ankle in a last attempt to stop me.
"No Daddy! Stop! Please let go, Daddy!!!" I pleaded. He didn't give in. For all I know, he didn't even hear me. Instead, he reached up to the counter and I saw a blade reach his fingers.
"No Daddy! Put it down!! Don't do it!! Daddy, noooooooo!!!"

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"Ahhhhhhhh!" I jerked awake. My body was dripping with sweat and my cheeks were tear-stained. My hands were clenched into fists; my finger nails digging into my palms. As I remembered what I had been dreaming about, my hand flew down to my ankle. I could still feel the searing pain as the blade had met my skin. I lifted my pant leg. From my ankle bone to my heel was a thin white scar, around which, was flecks of dried blood. The bottom of my pant leg was dark red; soaked with the crimson blood. I could feel the tears start to come again.
'Why had he done this? My own father wanted to see me hurt; see me cry. And he would've gone after Sunny next. What was wrong with him? Why would he want to hurt Sunny? What had she ever done to him? Sunny was a very caring and sweet person. She didn't care about herself in time of fear, she only cared about me; if I was going to be okay. She had even waited outside to make sure I got out alright. But what did I have to show for that? Nothing! Why didn't I carry her or at least hold her hand? I could've saved Sunny, but no! All I did was run. Run as fast as I could without a single look behind me. Sunny's gone and it's all my fault! I'm a horrible person!'
I yelled all this at the top of my lungs. If anyone would've seen or heard me, they would've thought I was crazy. But at that very moment, I didn't care. Actually I didn't care about anything; but at the same time I cared about everything. I was confused and mixed up and I didn't know what to do. I had no one; no one I could depend on. I only had the clothes on my body and I didn't have any money. Besides that, I missed my mother. Ending my life was the best solution to all my problems.
I took a look around for the first time. It was very dark out and my whole body was frozen solid. I found I was only a few feet away from the Brooklyn Bridge and the icy waters of the East River below. "Perfect," I whispered to myself. I had no knife or gun and the only rope I owned was at the home I had just left. The quickest and easiest way to end my life was staring me straight in the face.
I slowly started walking towards the rail. My head was spinning as a hundred thoughts raced through it. The thought that happened to zoom past most was, "Can I do this? Can I really end my life; just like that?'
Truthfully? I didn't think I could do it. But at that moment, I didn't see why not. I had no reason to live. When I got to the railing, I looked down. I later found out this was a mistake, for when I did so, my heart lurched. It sure was a long way down. Down into the icy depths below. It would definitely chill the bone.
"No. You can do it. You will do it," I repeated to myself for the hundredth time. I started to climb up on the rail, but my hands slipped and I fell back on the cobblestones. But that wouldn't stop me! I tried again, and this time succeeded, coming to a sitting position on the top of the rail. "Just do it!" I told myself as I started to lean forward.
I was falling. The wind was whipping through my hair and past my ears, making a whistling noise. It was really chilly and my toes were frozen like icicles. I felt like I was falling, and I was never goanna stop. But then I did; almost like I had never started.