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I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.

It was their fault.

Everything was their fault.

"I just wanted to get out," I said to myself and flushed the toilet, washing away any signs that I had just puked up all of last nights food and lots of blood.

I groaned and ran my fingers through my natural silver hair, debating on what I should do.

I could keep running and end up killing myself, or I could go back and get help and end up killing others.

I had worked so hard to get away.

No one had ever done it before.

I had managed to stay undetected. I was free.

Or so I thought.

I was still caught in their net. They still had a hold on me.

I cursed loudly and slammed my hand down onto the sink. "I can't go back," I whispered and turned on my heel, walking into the bedroom. I grabbed a bundle of clothes out of the duffle bag that held all of my belongings and dumped them onto my bed. I stripped out of my clothes and before I pulled my jeans on