Hello.

This is the first time im even talking about this. Even if this is just my head.

You see, my father he is a umm..well.. he abused me when I was younger... I was only 4 when I saw my mom die before  because of him. He was trying to hurt me, so I ran.

He has been hunting me since...you would think the guy would give up. Ever since my mother was killed, more and more of my family as disappeared and have been found dead. Ive gone to the police about him, but they wont listen to a 14 year old girl.

You see, no matter  what Ill be running from him. I haven't made friends because im scared they will be hurt.

It seems as if those I am close to, have been killed.

Oh what am I thinking, I should be running not sitting still. Its 12 in the afternoon. I really cant.. wait what was that.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

It gets loud.

Five.

Branches crack as something grows close.

Run!!! My instincts kick in, my feet pick up quick speed as I do not turn back.

I will not dare to look back , it could be the one who is trying to kill me.

My feet just run. Run for my life. Scared. Afraid. Wet rain falling from my face.