Teyha sat beside her window the same as she did every night, her gaze switching between watching the beautiful calm of the night, and nervously glancing over her shoulder to the door. Anytime she saw the handle rattle she'd jump, and open her mouth to let out a strangled yell... But by the time any sound could be uttered the heavy footsteps of her brother were already fading down the hall, and any proof she had was lost. By now she knew better than make enough noise to scare the molester off. There was nothing else she could do. Her room was already barren of furniture, no dresser to press against the door, or chair to wedge under the handle... Only her heavy oak beg adorned the white room, and it was too heavy to move on her own. She wasn't even allowed a lock on her door, all in the name of her 'punishments'.<br/><br/>She sighed softly, and leaned her cheek against the cool of the window, before something caught her interest. Shooting stars, at least a half a dozen hurtling towards the ground. Teyha smiled to herself, and watched their decent, "I wish for more strength." She whispered, before the childish romanticism of the moment was broken. The fire didn't burn out the way she thought, in fact she saw to her horror that the masses hurdled into the city, one such mass landing not too far from her own middle class neighborhood.<br/><br/>Images of fire, destruction, and chaos flooded into the teenagers mind, and she didn't want to waste a moment getting out to help anyone who might be injured. She grabbed her long black jacket, and threw it on over her nightgown before opening her window, and climbing out onto the porch. "I'll be back." She said bitterly before dashing across the dewy yard in the direction she saw the 'star' land.<br/><br/>'So easy...' She thought as she ran. So easy to run from that home, and keep going, keep running... Until when? Until she was alone on the streets with no future? She was not a stupid girl...