He glared at me. "Take her to the house out of town." I thrashed, squirmed, and hollered profanaties as they dragged me like a rag doll out of the house. One held me before tying my hands with rope and my legs as well. Tape was then put over my mouth.

They finished dragging me to a car. It was dark outside and the threw me in the back of a van. My legs got tangled in the dress and they shut the large doors before climbing in the front.

I wiggled to sit up. I sat there with my head low as tears threatened to escape my eyes. But I didn't let them. The van lurched forward and I feel back on my sigh. I kicked the floor and they yelled to keep it down.

Again, I sat up but this time in a corner. As we stopped at a stop sign, the driver looked back at me and I glared. I didn't hear any cars around.

He pressed the gas hard and then the breaks. My head his the wall and then my vision became black.

(Flash backs)

I sat in the attic just as the car pulled up. There was my mother with a new man.

I was six, almost seven, with an old soul. I immediatly darted to my bed, that I always tried to keep as clean and fresh as possible, and got under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

My heart beat fast as I tried to steady my breathing.

Drunken laughs and hiccups were heard as the steps were climbed to my room. My door knob jiggled and my heart only went faster. My mom comes in laughing and making a "Shhh" sound.

She walked in and shook me. I pretended to be asleep and looked up at her, rubbing my eyes.

"Hey, go down stairs. I need your room." She slurred and I flinched slightly as the smell of fireball hit me like a wall.

I meerely nodded before jumping out of my bed. I ran out with my head low. I grabbed a blanket from the closet and went to the living room.

Tears stung my eyes as my small body shook and whimpered. The sound of the T.V. and police sirens was all I could hear. I looked outside to the town I knew like the back of my hand.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes before I got up and grabed my jacket and little white shoes before I opened the door.

At six, almost seven, I knew what my mom was doing. I understood. But I wasn't afraid to leave.

Getting on my tip toes, I opened the door and walked out.

..........

It was about three hours since I had left. I was cold on the dark autamn morning as I stayed out of the light.

Suddenly, someone was calling my name. I looked up only to see my mom. She smiled and cried a little as she ran across without looking.

I didn't know wether to run or to run to her.

Next thing I know, there's a car and a set of headlights. My mother is hit and goes in the air.

The squeal of tires is heard as they try and stop... but it was too late.

My body quivered as I looked over to my mother as she laid there in a pile of her own blood.

"MOM!" I screamed and ran too her. I knelt beside her and shook her. "Mom, wake up. Please wake up! It's okay. Youre okay mom." I said as tears streamed down my face. There was a circle around us and the guy who hit her was saying that he didnt mean to and it was an accident.

Someone grabbed my by the waist and I hit them away as I sat with my mom. I grabbed her hand and held it as sirens were heard.

I rode in the back of the abulance as they took me to the hospital.

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My social worker held my hand and got down on one knee. I had a bag over my shoulder and a pillow in my hand.

She looked up at me, "Ok, Tru. I need you to do better here. This is the third foster home you've been to this year so please be good. The court is trying to understand everything and be lenient at the same time. The next move is to put you in an orphanage." I nodded and walked in.

.....

I sat at the table and just looked down at my hands as my dinner got cold. My foster mom looked at me and smiled. Her name was Elizibeth. "Are you hungry?" I just looked up at her and shook my head. "Do you like it here?" I didn't say anything.

.....

After dinner, I was shown to my room that I shared with another girl who was 8 years old. I came out of the shower and she was sitting on her bed, playing on her tablet. "Why don't you talk?" I didn't even look at her.

She sighed. "Whatever." Elizibeth walked in.

"Lights out girls." I nodded and climbed in my bed.

Lights went out and the girls light snores replaced the silence as I laid there, looking at the ceiling. Like every night, I cried until I was hiccuping and my eyes were swolen.

.....

I was the last to get in the shower. I walked down stairs and went to the kitchen table were everyone was eating breakfast. I was about to sit before Justice, the 8 year old, got up and grabbed her plate to sit on the floor far away from me.

"Justice, what are you doing?" Miguel, Elizibeths husband asks.

"I don't wanna sit next to her." She says. I continue to stare at my hands.

"Justice. Don't be rude." He says sternly.

"Shes a freak! She doesn't talk ever, she doesn't eat, like ever, doesn't like to do anything, and she cries at night! Your mom died!" She looks at me and I look back. "So what!? And then you guys are so nice to her!"

"Go to your damn room Justice!!!" I flinched at the yelling slightly. She comes up to me pushes me out of my chair and throws her pancake at me. I swallow and just sit there.

"Fine!" She yells before stomping off.

"JUSTICE!!!" Elizibeth yells before coming to me. I pick up the pancake and get up.

"No honey, you dont have too." I shrug and throw it away.

.....

It had been about three weeks and things beween justice and I got no better.

There were a couple here and we had to sit in the living room. All in all there was about 23 of us so it was a bit packed.

They came in and I automatically had a bad vibe. There were intros done with every kid. They said there name and age. I was the last one.

"Tru, introduce yourself." Elizibeth said and smiled. I just looked up at the couple and then at the foster parents before looking back at the floor.

"She doesn't talk much." Elizibeth says with a sad smile.

"Or at all!" Justice says, "I think shes mentally challenged." The kids laughed and I just sat there in my hoodie with my hood over my head.

We were in a rather nice area and most of the kids were from nice areas. So I didn't fit in with any of them. I didn't want to anyway.

"Justice! To your room!" She stomped off to her room. I just sat there. "Anyway... Her name is Truce Mane and shes 7."

The couple looked at each other before nodding. "Can we have her papers?" Elizibeth smiled and nodded before walking off.

.......

Its been a month at there house and I hate it. I cant handle it. I have bruises on me that're so hard to hide. But I can handle it for the most part.

I change into my clothes and head to school.

When I get there, I feel better. School is easy for me.

Today I was pulled aside into a small room with a lady I had never seen before. She had papers for me and sat across a rectangular table.

She set down a small set of papers. The top one seemed to be a story.

"We've been revewing you and we've concluded that you're much more intellegent than most kids your age. We've set up some tests for you to see how far you can stretch your intellegence. The first subject is language. This will focus on things such as comprehension. Then you'll do math. Alright?" I just stared at her.

"Do you not talk?" I shook my head no. "Will you please do this for this test." I shook my head no. She sighed. "Please?"

"Fine." My voice was small and cracky seeing as I haven't talked in over a year.

She smiled.

.......

The test was rather easy and she said she had nothing else for me to do. I nodded and went back to class.

A few days later, I was given an envelope that I was told to give to my parents.

I went to the bathroom and read it.

It explained that I was gifted-and-talented and that my schedule would be changed.

......

I'm now 13 and still in these classes. Soon after I got in these classes, I met my bestfriend Alex. I've never spoke to him and he knows about my foster parents.

I was thrown in my room and my cheek was bruised. I laid there, numb.

I stood up and went to my bathroom. I grabbed a razor and looked down at my wrist. Slowly, dragged it across my wrist. My teeth clenched and I repeated multiple times until my arm was littered.

Putting the razor down, I went to my matress and laid down.

From this point on... I had cut.

(A:N; End of the trigger)

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Fased, I wake up and look around. "Look whos up?" A gruff voice says from the front and everything comes back to me.

I wiggle my hands a lot and my finger hits something sharp and I wince. Moving my hands, I put the rope in front of it and move my hands up and down.

My hands jerk forward and I know my arms are free.

My eyes stay glued to the rear-view mirror. I use my mouth to try and get the tape off but it doesnt work.

Giving up, i look at the doors and try and figure out how im going to get out. I figure I'll just kick it open. My legs are rather powerful. And even if that doesn't work, it'll lur them back and I can at least run.

Quickly, I reach forward and undo the rope around my legs and start kicking the hell out of the doors.

"What the hell?!" The driver yells. He slams on the gas and on the breaks really quick and I automatically cover my head. My body slams into the doors and I groan a little.

Realizing that the door is opened because my impact slammed bent the lever. He keeps driving and the other guy gets up, about to open the door and come to the back chamber to get me. I reach up and push up the lever which opens the doors.

Theres a few cars behind us and I stand up, thinking.

Fuck... here goes nothing.

I jump out and roll. The cars behind us come to a hurtulling stop as I groan in absolute and utter pain.

I get up and dart down the street, not knowing where the hell I'm going. There were woods around us and so I dart into them knowing nothing of where I was or what I was going to do.

Continuing to run, i come across a small backroad. I run down it and after a while I come along a little shack.

Walking in, i feel something trickle down my neck. Reaching back, Im met with something warm and sticky.

I look at my fingers only to be met with blood.

I wipe my fingers off and go to the counter where a man stands at about 5'7.

"Hello, how may I help you?" His voice was rough and loud with a thick mexican accent.

"Do you have a map, or directions, or something?" I ask and my voice is almost gone and dry.

"Why do you look familiar..." He starts squinting at me.

"I need a map, dude. Just help me."

"The local maps are right there." He points to a little stack of maps with the town name on it.

I grabbed one and walked away a little. Fuck. I was all the way in Dayton Ohio. Thats a little over 70 miles from Columbus. At least I know I wasnt knocked out for long seeing as it takes a bit over an hour to get here.

"Wait... I know who you are! Ricardo has everyone looking for you! Shit... I need to call him." He pulls out his phone.

Dropping the paper, I run to the counter and jump on it before swinging my foot into his face. He stumbles and I kick him in his chest. He falls into the racks and falls cold.

Before leaving, I some clothes to change out of this bloody dress.

Thank God I wore my combats.

I change into a tee shirt, knee high shorts and a quick flannel before grabbing a hat and glasses. What I wanna know is, how in the living hell does a store have such cute shorts. Seriously.

Sample one, Physcho and The Innocent (Work in progress.)

Arora was the quiet one. The one who wore hoodies all the time. The one who didnt talk to anyone nor did she want to. She was scared. Her father was an abusive alcholic who denied her to talk to anyone.

River had many problems. He heard voices. He'd killed before. He grew up very shittily.

But when there paths cross, everything changes...

Sample two, My Mystery Internet Lover

Arora was simple. She liked music. She draws. She dances hella well. But she's also a fighter. She comes from a poor family and thats how she makes money.

One night, while on snapchat, this guy adds her. She adds back. They got to talking but she never seen his face or knew anything much about him.

A few days after that, 3 boys move to town. They were tough and every girl fawned over them. She didn't think they would notice her seeing as nobody really did. The never really talked to anyone. The only attention she got was when she was bullied.