I sprinted through the colorful bush and ran until the leafy green floor faded in the old cobblestone path leading to the hut I built 2 years ago. I flung open the heavy wooden door and ran inside. In the corner was my tin washing bucket , the minusclue amount of white power I had added this morning soaked threw the clothes. I ran and filled my bag with clothes ,papers and enough food for 5 days. Then I ran to my room, grabbed a blanket and shredded my calendar, the sticky feeling of blood on my hands I ran for my life.