Free

Alone

It was a cold winter evening when Willow Forrest's life took an unexpected turn. Her home, the only place she knew as her sanctuary, had become a nightmare for her. All of it started with a single word, "Out!". Her parents had decided to kick her out of the house for something she had never done. She was devastated and shattered beyond repair. Her brother, Owen, had caused all the problems that eventually led her to this situation. Willow was struggling to hold back her tears as she frantically packed her belongings into the only bag her parents allowed her to bring - a small backpack. She had only five minutes to pack, which made her task even more difficult. As she packed, she kept asking herself, "Why does Owen hate me so much? What have I done to deserve this?" With each passing moment, her heart felt heavier, and her soul grew darker. She knew her life would never be the same again.

The scene was set. Willow was engrossed in her favorite book, giggling at a certain comic strip. Suddenly, the sound of gunshots echoed through the house, followed by her grandfather's blood-curdling screams. Willow was terrified, knowing that Grandpa Harry's arthritis could sometimes cause him to scream in pain. But this was different. Something was wrong. She dropped her book and rushed downstairs to find her worst nightmare come true. There stood her own brother, Owen, with a smoking gun in his hand and their grandfather lying lifeless on the floor. 

As if this wasn't enough, Owen, the master manipulator, immediately pinned the blame on his innocent sister. Willow was stunned and heartbroken, knowing that she was being framed for something she had no part in. Her parents, who had just returned home, were quick to believe Owen's lies and demanded that Willow pack her bags and leave. In that moment, Willow felt completely alone, betrayed by the only family she had left. As she left the room, she caught a smug smile on Owen's face, knowing that he had gotten away with the perfect crime.

Willow's eyes welled up with tears as she struggled to stuff her precious belongings into the small backpack. She knew that it was all she could take with her before she was forced to leave the only home she had ever known. As she put on her winter coat, boots, hat, scarf, and gloves, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sadness, heartbreak, and anger. 

Her parents, who had once loved her dearly, had now turned their backs on her. They had disowned her, leaving her to fend for herself in the harsh, cold world. The loss of her beloved Grandpa Harry weighed heavily on her heart, and the betrayal of her brother made her blood boil with anger. 

As she stepped out into the dark and snowy night, she trudged on, alone and helpless. The weight of her situation felt heavier with each step, and the bitter cold wind seemed to mock her. She felt like she had nowhere to turn, and no one to turn to. The thought of what lay ahead made her cry harder, as she wondered how she would ever survive without love, warmth, and support.