Runaway Faraway chapter 1

If you were me, you probably would have been thousands of miles away from this place already. I can't disagree with you. I mean who would want to live in a house, the size of a barn, with half the space as a bar with as many liquors as I don't know, alot though. The other half, the bathroom, and the one bedroom. The bedroom for Suzie and Sam, my two gaurdians. Where do I sleep? Oh that's up to me. I usually sleep right outside the bathroom door. But when ever Sam eats too many buritos, I don't sleep by the bathroom door. Who wants 265 pounds being steped on you time after time again? I wouldn't, and I learned the hard way.
Suzie, just the same. A 250 pound lady who waddles from place to place with her Texan accent.
"Haili, go get the BBQ chips for me! And a bottle of hard liquor."
Then Sam.
"Rat hole, go get me the romote!"
Well, I'm tired of this!
You're probably just asking your self, "Why doesn't she just say no?"
Oooooh..... You aint gonna believe this.
Sam and Suzie both got themselves guns. Big guns! Loaded guns! They carry them around 24-7. And I won't tell you how many times they pointed it at me. Onetime I had to think long and hard about if being shot was the best thing. I let me self go. I had to, it was too harsh to let them get away with it.
I am Haili. No last name. Well, Sam and Suzie do, Howard. But they call themselves Sam and Suzie Bloodwid. Don't ask, I'm afraid to. The strange thing is though, Same and Suzie aren't married. They just live together. Strange right...

It is Thursday night. We all are inside the barn house. I am cleaning up the hundreds of dirty dishes Sam and Suzie gulped down. How much food can these pot heads eat anyway? I don't get anything but scraps. Potatoe skins, crumbs of chips, rotten fruit and vegetables, and water from the lake. I smeared my index finger across one plate still coated with the fresh red sauce from spagetthi.
I was a mere 49 pounds at a age where you should be at least 65. I am twelve. Call me anerexic. Cause I am. My legs are bones with skin and my tummy and chest are bones with a rough coating, skin. We have no neighbors. No body for me to go to. I don't go to school and I don't have any friends. I only know a weak English and a bit of reading and writing.
"Ok, girl, eat up." Suzie threw a couple of potatoe skins at me.
"Yeah, slave, eat up." Sam chucked a rotten carrot at me.
I gobbled down the bitter tasting items. This was my dinner.
Fifteen minutes passed. My tummy was throbbing and growling. It was struggling to keep me alive. I was struggling to keep me alive.
I lied on the carpet full of left over decayed rats. I closed my eyes slowly and drifted in a soft sleep.

I was awoken suddenly by the burst of something. I looked up and fell back banging my head on the bathroom door. I gripped my left leg tightly and tried to stop the blood from gushing out. I felt my bones crunch and my leg wear out. The cold metal bullet lay inside my leg scaping against my weary bones. I yelp and histarically cried. I lift up my hands and stare at the horid sight. The dark red blood covered nearly all of my hands and was dripping up my arms. I quickly took off my shirt not caring of what I looked like naked infront of Suzie and Sam. I draped it over the hole in my leg and patted it down still full of tears.