Luna was running. She flashes back to that awful night. The last night before her 13th birthday. After all how could you ever forget a betrayal of such a magnitude as that one? Even if her entire life had been a betrayal to her young self esteem and love wishing hopes. She knew deep down...this was going to be the biggest betrayal of them all...the diabolical plot of her father's. It left shivers down her spine just edging the mentioning of it.<br/><br/>She continues running. The images begin flashing through her mind. Heat lightning lancing through the air every so often. She was tiring yet pushing herself to her limits and beyond even her limitations. She couldn't afford to stop. To do so was dangerous. She listens to the voices. They urged her onwards. Told her to keep running. To not stop. That rest was not far around the figurative corner. And so she ran. Ran as if the devil himself was on her heels. He wasn't but that was just what it would look like.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It was five weeks ago...A dark and stormy night. She loved watching the rain fall down the window pane. After all...rain was tears of gods angels. They were tears that were able to flow freely. Without worrying about a result that summed up to intense and emense pain. She was young yet old. Hard not to be with the life she had been forced to lead. She didn't want to live life that way yet how else was a child to survive an abusive family? A loveless family. Mother cared more for her drugs than even her own life. Father loved getting drunk and then was abusive. Yeah...hell itself would seem like heaven compared to home within the one story house on Elm Street.<br/><br/>She had jumped. Hearing her father yelling something at someone. Slowly and quietly she opened her door. Sliding it open to peer outside it with one eye. Watching the shadow of her father passing around in the light from his office. Door open around five inches yet closed as far as her old man was concerned. The voices urged her out of her room. Urged her to be stealthy and silent as death itself. So she was. She eased her door open. Silent inch by silent inch.<br/><br/>She slipped out the door. Avoiding the crest of light from those five inches of space between door and frame. Sidling against the wall. Easing her way as close as she dared to go. The words she heard afterwards would stay with her until the day she took her very last breath. Light hit her birthmark tattoo looking marking...it shimmered and wormed around in a way it only slightly seemed to move.<br/><br/>The words rang throuh the night air. <span style="font-weight: bold">I will not be out done by a soon to be thirteen year old. She is getting rather attractive Mr. D. And I plan to have her. Yes. I know she is my own daughter. Glad to see you understand my theory. After all...girl is insane...won't matter to the law if I rape the young bitch. Anyways...I will talk you again later Mr. D. I am always in your service my lord.</span> She heard her father moving around.<br/><br/>Darting away from his door. She bolted back into her room. Shutting her door and locking it. She had less than twenty-four hours. She grabs her tiny purse type bag. Thrusts all the money she could find around her room into it. A few snacks that she knew wouldn't last her more than an hour. A single water bottle and her tiny little crystal charm necklace. And moving her desk chair she angles it against the door handle. Making yet another obstacle to slow her evil evil father down.<br/><br/>Running over to the window she opened it. Climbing out. Jumping to the nearest thick branch of the old oak tree near her window. Shimmied down the tree and bolted off into the night. She ran...</span><br/><br/>Her thoughts snap out of her minds flashback. Coming back to reality at the beckon of G. Since it never stopped talking nearly all of the time. G. stood for Gossip. After all most of the time all G. did was gossip. She kept running. The only word her mind latched onto...was hotel. Hotel meant rooms. Rooms meant bed. Bed meant rest. That was all the encouragement her weary limbs needed to take off quickly in that direction.<br/><br/>Using every last spurt of energy that her body contained to make it there. She pants as she forces her weary arms to push open the front door. Run inside and up to the desk. Reaching into her pursh bag she pulls out the money. The only thing aside from her charm necklace it contained. Thrusting it all onto the counter. "Room...please...name...Luna." she pants out. Nearly ready to pass out from sheer exhaustion. Hunger, thirst, weariness...it all was written across her young face.