I packed all my things vigorously shoving them into my box.
I can’t take this.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Zipping up my suitcase, checking if was sealed tight, I dragged it as I walked downstairs sharply ignoring the curious and questioning look that the pack members gave me as I walked through the day, the smell of trees hit my nose as I took in deep breaths.
I can do this
I can do this
I kept on chanting to myself, I made a move to start walking when a voice came from behind me, two voices to be exact that made me stay frozen to dirt beneath my boots
“You’re only sixteen!” I turned around to see my parents- my mum on the verge of breaking down and my father trying his possible best not to let his emotions get the better of him.
“So?!” I asked putting up my emotionless façade.
“You’re not mature enough for crying out loud!” my father said as my mother was already a crying mess.
“Well, I’m mature enough to know what’s wrong from right” I said simply, they didn’t say anything, I took that as an opportunity to leave before a small voice said from behind me making me almost want to break down
“Are you leaving to forget us” my mother said in a small voice amidst sobs
I turned to her keeping all my emotions masked up, putting on a blank expression
“I’m not leaving to forget you… I’m leaving for my freedom” and with that I turned away walking to my bike, I strapped my small suitcase securely on it, I hopped on and zoomed off immediately, I didn’t bother looking back, I was done with life, I needed my life back… I needed my freedom.
This is like a brief of what happened in the past, chapter 1 will be fully about her present.
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