It is a beautiful Sunday morning, no signs of rain or clouds and the sun is only beginning to rise, splashing the sky with sweet red and orange hues. It is then when she decides to leave. Stuffing her school bag and duffle bag with clothes, she is sure to pack the essentials. There are important documents that she also packs, like her passport and even her resume; if she was going to run away, she needed to do it right. She had been planning this for a long while; she was tired of her life, of the people around her and if she was not going to kill herself, she was going to leave and go far away where no one could find her.

The hardest part of running away was leaving a note. She thought about a suicide note before and she deemed them to almost be the same because she still felt all that sorrow and melancholy. She thinks about how to write it as she brushes her hair and packs any final things that she needs. Her face does not fail to show the pain she holds in her heart, and she simply wants to escape it all.

Working hard for the past year, she was able to gather enough to pay for a room off in the countryside, and there she hoped to start her new life.

Father,

Forgive me but I cannot be living this life anymore.

It was the shortest letter she has ever written, but it is all she can write. Leaving the white paper she'd wished would say more on her dresser, she tidies the room before swinging the school bag over her shoulder and having one last look at her old room. Yes, there were things that she is going to miss, but there were even more that she is going to be glad to leave behind.

She silently closes her bedroom door and then descends the stairs before leaving through the back door. She takes a deep breath as she slides the door open and steps outside. She is finally free.

The train ride is very long, and she mentally thanks herself for having rented it far from her old life. As the train moves, it leaves everything behind; and she feels more free with every second. The trees and towns that the train races by makes her relieved, this was the first time she had ever been so far from her old life, and she loves the feeling.

She falls asleep with the knowledge that there is nothing holding her back anymore and she has a beautiful rest that evening, even as the movement of the train shakes the cart about and the noise is too loud for anyone else to sleep soundly.

Stepping out of the train, she smiles brightly and smells the flowery breeze. This was what she always needed in her life. She stretches as she enters the small train station and she looks about. There is only but a few people and it makes her happy, she is finally away from busy streets and large are no tall buildings around here, only wide open fields where one could run forever. There are only little houses every now and again, scattered far away from each other that it is comforting to her.

"Are you Arturia?" A voice interrupts her happiness and she snaps her head towards the sound.

A tall man stands next to her, hair like the deep sea all the way to his waist and she only stares at him; unknowing to what he will do, and that frightens her a little bit.

"I own the small cabin you're going to rent, if you are Arturia, that is." His eyes are something else, they are like red gems that shine like rubies or something.

"Oh," she nods, "Yes, I am Arturia." She says as she pulls out her small driver's licence.

The male gives her a short smile, "I have your bike already. It is outside," he states as he exits the station in order to head home, "The luggage train came a bit earlier than expected, so I gathered your things for you."

"Thank you," she mumbles lightly as she follows him to a red pick-up truck that contains her bike and luggage in the back. At first she is hesitant and she takes precautions to see if the man is not harmful, but she had already thought that he was not a harm and so she enters the truck.

"So where do you come from?"

"Far away." That is her response and he nearly rolls his eyes but refrains.

"I'm Cu Chulainn, I will take you to the cabin by our house and I hope it does suffice for you. There is a washroom, as well as a full functioning kitchen. You needn't worry about food, because we will bring it for you."

"Thank you," she nodded, "do you know if there are any jobs around for me to take?"

"Not exactly, when we go to the village you can look around, and maybe check about the school too," he glances at her for a second, "if you are that young."

"School is not something that worries me," she replies bluntly, her lips a straight line as she looks out the muddy window and takes a deep breath of the fresh air.

She sees him tighten his grip on the steering wheel through the corner of her eye and she rolls her shoulders. He doesn't say a word against her statement, even if he wants to argue with her. Arturia ignores him and simply pays attention to the rushing fields and trees, and with every kilometre they pass, she feels the weight lifting off her shoulders, until it completely disappears when they drive up to a small house in the middle of a hill.

"This is where you will be staying," the man next to her parks the standard pick-up and steps out, "I do not really mind what day you pay the rent as long as it is in before the third week of the month," he explains as she slips from the truck. She watches as he rounds the pick-up and opens the back door to help her with her luggage.

She bows slightly in order to show her gratitude and helps him take the motorcycle down from the truck, "Thank you," she mumbles as he hands her the keys for the cabin and jumps on his vehicle again.

"I live on the house on top of the hill, so whenever you are ready for a tour of the village, just come up and I'll do the honours," he smiles before driving up the hill.

Arturia turns towards the house and smiles at the lovely feeling it gives off; it looks cozy. There are flower beds around the small blue house and a stone path leading up to it; there is a small shed next to it and she deems it to be where she will store her bike when it rains. She walks up the path, dragging her luggage along and inserts the key.

A wave of relief washes over her as she opens the door and sees that it is fully furnished; a stove, a couch, television and even a queen sized bed in the bedroom. It was a wonder how it was so cheap when it was perfect.

She smiles to herself and places the duffle bag on the empty bed; well, she would have to go to the village to buy some sheets and a blanket. She took her time to check what she had and what she lacked, and she was glad that there were pots—and food in the fridge. There are only small things that she needs to buy, like shampoo and a shower curtain.

She gets changed out of her sweatpants and band t-shirt and to something more presentable if she was going out to the small town. She also brings along three copies of her resume because she needed to get a job as soon as possible.

Arturia wanted to lie down on the bed but she knew it was much more important to buy the remaining items that she needed and to get to meet people and make connections. She drags herself out of the house and runs a hand through her loose hair before bringing it up into a ponytail. For a second or two, she lets her eyes skim over her surroundings. The trees and crop fields ease her worries and she begins to walk up the hill in her heels and business pants, holding her red purse tightly—she only brought one set of fancy clothes because she knew she would need to seem well mannered if she wanted to land a job.

On her way up, she walks past a red barn that seemed like it was going through a ruckus because the chickens and cows were making noises and then a tall man came out coughing and covered in dirt, hay and most likely animal feces. She covers her nose and walks faster as the man approaches her.

"Excuse me," she hears the man call out to her but she only races up the hill.

Knocking upon the white door of the pale yellow house rather hurriedly, she waits patiently for someone to open the door for her. It takes a rather long while, but she hears shuffling from the other side of the door and a tall red-haired female opens the door, a bowl of ice cream in her hand as she shoves a spoonful of the minty-chocolate dessert into her mouth.

Red eyes skim her over and she mumbles through a mouthful, "Very sorry, but we're not interested." Arturia can barely understand her past the ice cream and the heavy Irish accent, but she is able to tell by her expression.

"I'm sorry?" She tilts her head.

The other woman blinks and shakes her head, "We are not interested in whatever it is that you are selling. You see, I do not mean to offend you or anything, but I am not interested in goods that I could buy in the dollar store, or in a religion because I already have my own and I am not thinking of converting," she glances over at a small statue of the Virgin Mary that they have in their small garden.

Her brows furrow and she shakes her head, "Oh, I'm not—"

"Thank you and good bye," the red-head closes the door as she interrupts her and Arturia is left dumbfounded.

"Well then," Arturia huffs, "So much for a friendly neighbourhood welcome." She decides to walk back down to her rented home but as she is exiting the front yard, the dirty man approaches and she feels a little frightened.

"Arturia!" Her head flips towards the yellow house and she sees the male who drove her, "I can give you a lift." He smiles as he walks towards her.

"Um, there's a weird man coming this way," she spoke loud enough for said man to hear and he gave her a small glare, "I-I think he was snooping about in your barn."

Cu Chulainn laughed as he reached to her, "Yes, he was trying to check the temperature of one of our sick cows, but I am guessing that he got knocked down."

Arturia gave him a sideways look and then glanced back at the filthy man, "But um..."

"He's my younger brother, most handsome in the village," he teased the other male, earning a glare from orange eyes.

Arturia skimmed the man over and almost let out a laugh. Handsome? Wow, this town had to get proper taste in men. He was covered in dirt and muck from head to toe, hay in his hair and his face smeared with god only knows what!

"Excuse me," the man with orange eyes looked at her and she took a step to the side to let him past the entrance gate.

The smell of animal droppings got to her and she had to turn her head so that she could get away from the smell. What an odd family, she thought to herself as the blue haired male helped her to his red truck again.

"And what about the red-haired lady?" She looked over at him, a little confused over how sassy she had been.

Cu chuckled again and mounted his truck, "That is our older sister," he nodded, "She's our legal guardian right now... Well Dia's legal guardian."

"I see that she likes to jump to conclusions," Arturia mumbled meaning it to be more of a mental note than a conversation starter.

The male next to her let a chuckle slip, "And that comes from a girl that thought my brother was stealing from my farm."

Her eyes widened and she nearly gasped, "It was an educated guess." She still had the will to defend herself, "I simply happened to be wrong; and that was why I would have to make a null hypothesis."

The man laughed as he opened the door for her and then rounded the car to get on as well, "Are you trying to prove to me that you have gone to high school?"

"Not exactly," she sighed, "but I guess that could work as well."

The ride to the village was mostly silent, but it felt peaceful to her. The warm sun through the window kissing her and sound of the wind through the windows as the car moved forward into it. The colourful trees and flowers that they passed by; everything made her calm and feel relief.

She loved everything about the countryside.

It's going to get better.