The road seemed endless. Just a straight path for who knows how many more miles. I wonder how many miles I have walked for and how long I've walked for. Maybe hours? minutes? I don't know and hella sure won't find out.

I discarded the knife earlier. It was non-essential and I had really no more use for it. I still remember Timothy's face as I killed him. The terror clear. It may have been frightening for him, but for me it was exciting. The best feeling ever.

I have an obsessive personality and violence is one of the many things I'm obsessed with. By many I mean hundreds maybe thousands. Damn, maybe be even millions.

This journey wasn't going to end anytime soon and I knew it.

I collapsed, my thoughts instantly postponed for a later date. My eye lids grew heavy, I haven't even realised how tired I am. My head dropped to the dusty road and I went out if consciousness into a well deserved sleep.

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My eyes parted slightly into a squint as life overtook my dreamless sleep. I never thought roads could be comfortable to sleep on. I patted the surface underneath me expecting scorching stones but instead cool sheets. I instantly jolted up my mind back into gear.

I looked down at my lap and saw a white duvet draped over me. I looked up and scanned around me. Slate grey walls surrounded me, brown furniture pushed up against them. A door was positioned at the opposite side of the room, open just a crack.

I didn't move, I didn't know where I was or how I got here. I've never been a deep sleeper how did I sleep through movement. Somethings not right here, am I hallucinating?

I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of my current situation. I thought about home.

Home.

I miss it. My little sister, Ebony. Her hair as dark as night and her skin as white as snow. An exact replica of my mother. Except her eyes were brown unlike Ebony's sky blue. I inherited more from my father. Brown locks, with natural golden highlights. Freckles littered themselves upon my cheeks and nose. My blues eyes popped against my tanned skin.

I miss my family more than I thought I would, I miss home. Why did I run? I could have stayed. But I had to run didn't I. I felt smart at the time, but now I know it was dumb.

I opened my eyes, not wanting to invision my home anymore.

I never thought I'd say this but, I was instantly met with:

Icy Brown Eyes