I Just Want To Run Away Novels & Stories

Taking advantage of the distraction, I seized the moment and made a dash for freedom. I raced through the open terrain, my adrenaline fueling my every stride. The urgency of my escape propelled me forward, and I didn't spare a second to catch my breath. My mind was consumed with the fear of getting caught, and I repeated the mantra, "I shouldn't get caught, no," to myself as I ran with all my might.

Fuck" I say out, not knowing what to do, Even here, he monitors me and knows what I'm always up to, or is it just an illusion? Something he wants me to believe? I run my hands through my hair, thoroughly frustrated and pissed. I want to get a life without threats or threatening letters. I need to leave here and run as fast and far as I can to a place where he won't be able to harm me and where his threats will mean nothing to me. I lay in bed feeling weak and too tired even to cry, and I ran at my eyes as I thought them puffy and heavy from crying all through the night. All I want to do now is run, run far away from any harm, and begin life afresh. If anything else, I must move entirely away

I run. I shove past the rows of cars, past the shouts behind me, past the pounding in my ears. The wind cuts at my cheeks, but I don’t care. I just need to get away. Away from Arc. Away from his family. Away from everything. My feet slam against the pavement, and I don’t stop. I can’t. Because if I do, I’ll break into a thousand pieces and I’m scared I won’t find a way back.

They must not get me because they will only abuse my body. I had to run away. I need to be able to leave. All I had to do was run away. That's right, I'll run. I will run to a far place where they will not follow me. I will hide without anyone seeing me. At the thought, I suddenly laughed and went around looking for a hiding place. I don’t know but I laugh to think that I can escape them too. I let go of the mirror then ran. I feel like my body is not moving but I can see that I have run far. From the light goes to a dark place.

She storms from the room and I finally feel like I can breathe again. "Are you ok?" He asks, pulling me to face him. I nod and he grabs me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head and I remind myself that my mum was just being cruel, I just need to keep her out of my head. "We need to get out of here. Do you want to do something? Cinema? Bowling?" "Um… actually, I think I need to go for a run, do you mind?" I step back, the need to run away from everything getting stronger by the minute.

"I'm going to run away," I said, my voice full of conviction. "I have to get out of here. I have to get away from all of this." "But running away is a very drastic step," she said, a note of concern in her voice. "It could have serious consequences. Are you sure that's what you want to do?" "I know it's a big decision," I said, my mind made up. "But I don't see any other way out. I have to save myself, no matter the cost!”

My body was feeling chills and suddenly my vision was dimming, so that I had to hold on to something for support. "I don't want to get in your way, I'm fine, you don't have to be by my side all the time. You have your own life too, and don't act like I'm going to break it, because I'm not." - I wanted to run away, because I feel that I've only come to give them a hard time, and I hate that feeling.

So, let's cross out the 'being religious' part. Slowly, I start to walk away without glancing behind. I know, he might go after me but this is what I want right? I want an opportunity to run away and leave. Escape this whole bullshit. For the past years, I've been wanting my own freedom. I guess I'm always walking into my own deathtrap.

so why were they trying to kill me if I ran away from the mansion? I shake my head. Well, whatever, all I have to do is plot my escape since this seems like the only chance I have. Let’s freaking go for this meeting

I'm instantly nauseous, holding back the urge to gag and heave. I twist my body out of his grip and look for a break in the crowd desperate to escape. Once I see an opening, I waste no time and I bolt. I run to the front door as fast as my legs will take me. I shove the large door open as fast as I can ignoring my name being called behind me. I have no idea where I'm going all I know is I have to get out of this house. I have to get away from these people, and I have to do it now.