She's a Runaway

Prologue.

Keep going, Pip. We're almost there.

A voice in my mind echoes in my head, talking to me. It calls itself a friend. She is, perhaps? It sounds like a female, but I don't really understand it.

She has always been there since I was five, and even named herself... Gwen.

But I know that if I don't talk to her back, I'm completely alone.

My name is Piper. Piper Rose... and I don't talk. I mean, I can't speak. Haven't said a single word since I was six. And I don't even remember much about my family; my memories are a lot hazy. They feel terrible, leaving a horrible taste in my mouth, though.

All I know is that I've been running, always running. It's been years since I've been looking over my shoulder. With every turn I make, every breath I take, I fear that he will find me. So, living with strangers, learning to protect myself from all kinds of danger, and never really having a permanent home that's how my life has been.

And I can't afford to get caught... not again.

I can only pray that he doesn't find us, then maybe, just maybe, I can just stay here... in this small town... a little longer.