Going to go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, so sorry tons, but I don't really have time to answer reviews, I really am sorry. I promise I will answer any reviews put up for chapter 51. Love ya'll tons!

Chapter 51- Gas Station Evils

Annie was kept in the hospital for two week, and then on her release date, she was told that it was highly recommended that she see a therapist, at least until she was eighteen. Her grandparents said that they agreed. Annie stared glassy-eyed at them, not sure what to say.

When Annie arrived at her house, she stood in her living room, staring around at the couches and then at the TV. "Are you okay?" Her grandfather asked, placing his hand on her back.

Annie nodded her head and started limping up the stairs to her room. She opened the door, and stepped inside, followed by her grandfather with her bags. He set them in the middle of the room, and turned back to Annie. "Isn't it good to be home?"

Annie nodded once more, and pointed at the door, jesting for her grandfather to leave. He nodded his head, slowly and left a little reluctantly.

Standing in the middle of her room, Annie felt so out of place. The pink duster and white quilt that had always been so comforting, seemed now to be cold and uninviting. Her green and pink desk was no longer her sanctuary, but now her cage. She had to her out of this room.

Annie walked over to her closet and picked up the tin box from the top shelf. She opened it and pulled out a wad of cash, for she didn't know how long she would need to stay away before she could come back. She pulled on a jacket, and grabbed her duffle bag. She threw a few items of clothing in the bag and strapped it over shoulder. She wrote a short note which read:

Sorry. Had to find myself, but I think I will come back soon. Please don't call the cops, I am old enough to be on my own.

Much love Annie

She ran over to her window, and pulling it open, she stepped out onto the branch and made her way down to the lawn.

Annie stunk quietly into the garage, and pulled the keys to her car from her pocket. She put the car into neutral, without starting it. She used every ounce of energy in her to push the car out of the door, and as far away as she could get. She started up the car, and afraid she was going to be caught, she speeded off.

The drive took her nowhere. She didn't know where she was going, so she quickly saw her gas fall to a quarter a tank. She stopped by a gas station, and filled the car.

Annie grabbed a bagel and a Coke, and waited for her turn to check out. She placed her thing on the counter and pulled a fifty out of her pocket. "How much?" She asked.

The thick Brooklyn accent spoke, with extreme boredom. "Forty-seven ninety… hey." Annie looked up.

There was nothing unusual about anything around her. "I'm sorry?" She said.

"I saw you on TV last night!" The girl working the counter said. Annie looked down quickly, but it was too late. "You're the one they found in the basement of that old theater, aren't you?"

Annie handed her the fifty and walked out. She ran to her car, and started it up. She peeled away, sobbing violently. She had to find somewhere to stay for the night. It was beginning to get dark.

A thought dawned on her. She could always find help from one person: her teacher.