AN: I published this story last year, published a few chapters and took the story down. I really like elements of it, but I hated where I was going with it. Hopefully this will be less crappy (though it's still gonna be crappy, of course). This is just the prologue, but more will be coming soon!
The stars gleamed as the figure carefully slipped out the window. Armed with only a small backpack, she dug her fingers into the cracks between the stones, climbing down the wall without a sound. The moon shone a pale light on her delicate features and unveiled the purpling bruise around her left eye. Unseen in the night, more bruises and scars adorned her body. The girl reached the bottom, tears glittering in her eyes, but she blinked rapidly. She wouldn't dare let them fall. It wasn't worth it. Her feet carried down the paved walkway, away from the mansion that hadn't felt like home since she was seven. Reaching into her pocket, the girl's shaking hand gripped a wrinkled letter. A letter that told her about Magnolia Academy. A letter that told her to escape.
Meanwhile, another figure slept fitfully in a messy dorm. His cherry blossom pink hair stood out against the white sheets fisted in his hands. The boy's brow furrowed, like he knew something horrible, something unforgivable, had occurred that night. Until daybreak, the boy would dream of a stranger, a blonde-haired girl, walking alone in the darkness. Dreams that he wouldn't remember when he awoke the next morning.
As the girl boarded the train to Magnolia, she wondered what life had in store for her now. Would it be any better?