It was just another normal day. I was just sitting on a bench, minding my own business. 

The last few months had gone by and everything seemed normal now. I knew to my new character well. Things had been going very well. 

I was earning good money playing my guitar and was thinking about renting a place or becoming someone's room mate. But it was risky for me to do that. I had seen my face plastered all over media. There was a great reward to someone if they could find me. So, I had to keep my head down.

I got up from the bench I had been sitting on and headed to the bathroom. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings, I was just focused on getting to the bathroom and back out. I was almost to it when some placed their hand completely over my mouth. 

I fought and tried to scream but the person just punched me in the neck. I couldn't do anything, not even make a noise. The person dragged me into the bathroom and into a stall. 

That was the moment when I realized what this person was going to do to me. I fought harder. 

I got a quick look at the person. Turns out it was a man, he had a bit of stubble and his hair was scruffy. He took his hand off of my mouth and right before I could scream, he stuffed some type of cloth into my mouth. Then he went on to rip my clothes off. 

Some how, without me knowing, he had tied my hands so I couldn't struggle much. I tried to scream as he takes off my clothes but it came out muffled by the cloth. 

Tears filled my eyes, some spilled over. SOMEONE HELP! I mentally screamed as he finally got my shirt and pants off. Within seconds he was going to notice that I wasn't who I seemed. 

He looked down at my underwear and saw the outline of my..... you know... Anyway, he saw that and he had this confused look on his face. Then he unhooked my bra and the stuffing, I had stuffed it with tissue to make it look more real, fell out. He completely freaked out. He grabbed one of the tissues and wiped off the makeup from my face. The look on his face took me that he knew who I was.

"You're that missing kid... There's a reward for you, ya know." He said taking a real good look at me. Fuck, I was so fucked, I thought while mental slapping myself. 

What should I do? Run. Get as far away as you can. Something inside me told me.

The man dropped when as he came to the realization of what just happened. I scrambled over to my clothes, rushing as fast as I could. I jumped up and punched the man in the face before running out of there, without my bra or makeup being smeared.

I didn't get far before the man was out of the bathroom, yelling at anyone who would listen. "That's the missing kid from Florida!"

I tried to out run anyone who tried to grab me but I was quickly trapped in a circle of people. There were a few that questioned the man on why he was in the girl's bathroom and how he figured out it was me. Someone called the cops and they came and got me. 

It only took a day for me to be back with my parents, living the life I hated with people who didn't understand me. Back to a town that I didn't want to be at. Back to a place that hated me.

That was the end of my life as a runaway.

A/N: That the end of this story. I hope you like. Once again, this was written for a challenge, if you want to read the original story the link is in the description.