Helen Part I

This is to be a shared story with a friend. @comdon (blame her)

It was Tuesday when Helen decided to leave. She did not know where she was going, or how to get where she was going... The only thing that lay certain in her mind is that she was leaving. Today.
Her mother, a stout woman of sixty eight, never laid eyes on her except for when she was giving her something. For her mother was a greedy woman, and she did not know of selflessness, only how to dwindle money out of people that did not know of her ways.
And Helen was sick of it. The constant sound of the clatter of pennies on the kitchen table drove her mad; not once did she sit and think she was glad for the wealth. The wealth was pure scam and nothing else.
And her father... Well, her father had been gone for seven years now. He had not left her one thing for when she came of age at twenty five, which was nearing fast. But Helen could not wait one more minute to escape her little home on the outskirts of Serrenville. At twenty two she knew more of the wiles of the forest, the dangers of the city folk and the advantages of taming a white- tailed deer.
Her bag was packed with a couple of cloths full of peanuts and a loaf of bread. She had several changes of clothes (all sturdy for the forest journey) and some of her little things that she kept as her own. Her diary. Her pebble that was smooth as water and dark as night. And a small, oval picture frame with an image of her father holding a small boy. In her pocket she kept a little tie bag with a handful of coins in- her mother wouldn't miss a few- and a small pocket knife. The knife felt heavy and unnatural but Helen did not know what she may come across in the forest.
The forest. That was where she would go.