Terrified I was terrified. I couldn't, I wouldn't, but I had too. I had to run away. Staying at home wasn't an option. I wasn't safe there. I had to bring myself to do it or I'd be a goner. I didn't want to leave, but I had no choice. I had 2 options, stay and die or go and live. It was hard to leave, but it was for the best. It was what my Mum would've wanted. I felt like my whole world had come crashing down. I'd be leaving all my memories behind but I did it in the end. I ran in the opposite direction to where IT had happened. I carried on running and running, I wouldn't give up. I ran and ran until I could run no more. I eventually came to a stop, after what seemed like an eternity, for a break. It was getting dark, I knew I'd better go and find a nice, comfy, resting spot for the night. Trying to ignore the rumbling of my stomach and the constant flashbacks of the day's previous event, I finally found a great and hopefully protective shelter. I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep...