C H A P T E R - O N E
I sat up in bed shortly after waking to the front door closing with a slam down stairs. I shoved the sheets off my body and pulled my legs to my chest. I had never fully understood why they kept fighting, why they stayed together. Maybe it was because they didn’t want to tear me apart with them. Truth be told, they were too late on that one.
They had pushed, shoved and picked at me unknowingly until my seams had come bursting open, even then they still hadn’t noticed. I’ve had enough of it.
I unravel my limbs and crawl to the edge of my bed quietly. I could hear their arguing even though they had tried to hide it with hushed wispers. I planted my feel on the carpet and get up, trying to go slow so the bed didn’t make a sound.
I shuffled over to my dresser and opened the bottom drawer. A piggy bank of money along with a passport mom had stored for me if I ever needed it. I had been planing to run of for a while so I started saving money and pinching things from my parents, not that they noticed.
I grab them and pick up the small black bag I used for school, shoving the supply’s in and zipping it up for now. I had gathered some clothes and nesecities, shoving them in too.
I had sat on the end on my bed waiting until I couldn’t hear any voices. Once the house was silent, I crept down the stairs and rummaged through the kitchen drawers, carrying anything I found useful in my arms and back up the stairs.
On the way back up, I saw mums handbag lying on the kitchen counter. I had leaned over her shoulder to keep wandering eyes from straying to her PIN number many times before, and I myself now knew it like the back of my hand. I walk over and grab her purse, taking it with me.
Once I had retreated back to my room and closed the door softly behind me, I sat on the carpet and spread out my new belongings. I picked out what I really needed and put it in my little black bag.
A flash light, set of pjs, toothbrush and toiletries, some food, water bottle, my mother’s purse and my passport were all tucked away neatly and ready to go. I wasn’t really sure if I would ever leave the country, but if I wanted to I could.
I plonked the bag in the corner of my room and walked back to bed, climbing under the covers again and pulling them up to my chin.
I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, but I needed to go somewhere. I didn’t want to be homeless and out on the streets either. Maybe I could find a nice little house somewhere, get a job or something.
I closed my eyes and caved into the warmth of my cosy bed, falling asleep peacefully.
