Long Gone

Some believe in a afterlife, Others may believe in astrology, Almost everybody believes in love. I never did. People can only dream so much.... Each person you ask you’ll probably get a bunch of answers about their own beliefs and what not. 

Enough about them, What my heart believes in, is so much darker, In a way if you will. Me, Myself, Can’t even grasp it. Let alone explain it. Sometimes I see them in my dreams. What’s them? Them for starters have enormous wings, Like something out of a movie. I never caught a real look at their faces, Anyhow I better get going before I get in trouble.

“Erica!”

Not this again, I was just sleeping! “Coming!” I shout back, Usually when the kids here shout, Raise a hand, Even raise their voice at the staff here. Then oh boy....

All I do is roll out of my twin size mattress that’s bee on the floor for I don’t know? Ages. When I get downstairs, I’m greeted by a very ‘nice’ Miss. Sarah. “Why on earth are you waking up at this hour?”

I know it’s late, But a kid gets too sleep in every once a while. Especially in the summer. “Well....” Miss. Sarah impatiently waits.

“I swear it wasn’t my fault, Ted kept snoring Miss. Sarah.” She strike me onto the floor that doesn’t welcome me very nicely.

“You called me Miss! You blame your laziness on Ted! Then you swear at me? You are a disgrace! A disgrace who should be sleeping on the streets with the filthy rats!”

“Please miss!”

“That does it!”

She pulls my hair and drags me all the way back to my room while I cried. “It hurts so much.”

“Shut up!” I’m on the ground without knowing it, I scream for forgiveness. This is a punishment. One of the worst ones, If a child drops the ball on three major things. Then they’re automatically sent to their room.

I bang on the door apologizing. “I’ll make it two days! No water nor food.” I crumble to the floor and eventually cry myself to sleep. My sleep is disturbs when a bucket of freezing water smacks me in the face. “Did I told you that you can sleep brat?”

I shake my head. In a flash she hits me over the head with the wooden bucket. “Words.” what did I do to deserve this? Why am I the most hated teenager here?

“No.” She slams the door on me, I’m not staying in this puddle! I get up and put on a plain jumper. I’m struck in here staring at my reflection in the puddle. I can yell and scream all I want, That won’t do me any good. These rooms are soundproof. Even if someone were to hear me, Do I think that they’ll come to get me? Not for a second.

What can I do now? Sit around and wait for tomorrow. Who knows what they’ll do to me tomorrow. Luckily for me, I really like reading. It’s something about it that.... feels so special. Even reading a page can boast my mind like nothing else. In no time, I’m cuddle up under my bed with a old flashlight reading.

After doing so much reading, I force myself to pull myself out of my safe space, To confront the alteration I have to face. Something has to be done, Just need time to think and bright ideas will flow to me. Some real thinking later, I got something. Definitely not the brightest idea, But it’s all I have so far. I put all what’s left all of my sheets, blankets, pillow cases, You name it together. Then do the best I can do to open the window quietly and fast. Hopefully I can fit to get out.

To my surprise, It worked! Now what? I shouldn’t run, That fall wasn’t the most gentle. I jog away from this unloving orphanage is placed right in the dozens of large green spaces. The reason for that is, There’s a farm down the road. That road takes forever if you don’t have a bike. I got a bike for my birthday a few years ago, There’s no time to get it back. I don’t want to think what they’ll do to me if they catch me.

So it looks like I’m walking. Why did that take a while for me to think about going there? It’s the only place I know- Don’t know, But it’s right down that road that no cars drive by. People may not drive near that farm cause they think it’s a creepy.

Got no idea how long I’ve been walking and don’t need to know. It feels like it’s been hours! Whatever, I’m sure I’ll be seeing the old creepy farm any second now.