Chapter 2---
The rain had stopped.Candice opened her eyes sleepily, not really wanting to move. It was the middle of the night, after all, and she was used to sleeping until eight or nine, when the sun would shine in through her window. But the window she would be climbing through wasn't her window. Not really, anyway.
Her window was in her room, in her house, up the stairs and down the hallway from the parlor, where her mother was found...dead.
Candice tore herself away from the memory of that day, knowing that if she didn't, her pain would empower her, preventing her from getting up today, or any other day for that matter.
She sat up, feeling for her bag through the darkness. Her hand found the strap, and she made sure she had everything once more before swinging the bag over her shoulder.
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Candice hated heights. If there was one thing that could've stopped her from running away, it was the fear of falling from the fire escape.
She strived to push that thought to the back of her mind as she cautiously made her way down the slippery metal steps.
It took her almost thirty minutes to get to Anna's, but it seemed like hours. She was drenched up to her shins and was cold and tired.
Feeling rather relieved not to have to walk much farther, Candice knocked on the big oak door. She could hear footsteps coming from inside the house, and held her breath in anticipation as the door opened quietly.
(yes, I know, it's another short one...but I only have so much time on my hands, ya know? Not to fear, chappy 3 is comin up!!)
The rain had stopped.Candice opened her eyes sleepily, not really wanting to move. It was the middle of the night, after all, and she was used to sleeping until eight or nine, when the sun would shine in through her window. But the window she would be climbing through wasn't her window. Not really, anyway.
Her window was in her room, in her house, up the stairs and down the hallway from the parlor, where her mother was found...dead.
Candice tore herself away from the memory of that day, knowing that if she didn't, her pain would empower her, preventing her from getting up today, or any other day for that matter.
She sat up, feeling for her bag through the darkness. Her hand found the strap, and she made sure she had everything once more before swinging the bag over her shoulder.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Candice hated heights. If there was one thing that could've stopped her from running away, it was the fear of falling from the fire escape.
She strived to push that thought to the back of her mind as she cautiously made her way down the slippery metal steps.
It took her almost thirty minutes to get to Anna's, but it seemed like hours. She was drenched up to her shins and was cold and tired.
Feeling rather relieved not to have to walk much farther, Candice knocked on the big oak door. She could hear footsteps coming from inside the house, and held her breath in anticipation as the door opened quietly.
(yes, I know, it's another short one...but I only have so much time on my hands, ya know? Not to fear, chappy 3 is comin up!!)