Escape

Life never tends to be easy. It is always filled with remorse, regrets and thorns. Not everyone's life is a bed of roses- Brianna's life was the same. She was remorseful of her haste decision- marrying Satan, and the thorns on her path made her journey more difficult.

"Farewell, Satan." Brianna looked at Satan's portrait on the wall and muttered in a voice only she could hear. With a high fever, Brianna silently dragged down her small backpack to the main door. As she requested, Aunt Jule did not inform Satan about her situation. He never cared about her. If he did, he would have returned home- to apologize to her for what he did, for all the hurt he had caused. For one last time, Brianna looked around the house and walked out of the front door- leaving behind the nightmare of her life. The other day, when Brianna was taking a walk in the backyard, she estimated the path from the front door to the backyard. As the door in the backyard was hidden under the bushes, Satan thought Brianna