Ms. Runaway

Just A Bad Luck

I stuffed all the clothes I could fit in my backpack, trying to be as silent as possible. Jammed some money (which I have been saving for years now to buy a new guitar) in my jacket's pocket packed some sufficient food and water. Then took my guitar in my hand ,put on my backpack ready to finally leave this awful place that I  had to call my home for 14 years. I always thought a home was a place that is full of people who love and cherish each other, care for each other, look out for each other, etc. But I lost mine and don't think illvever g8nd a new one again.

Flashback
My parents passed away in a terrible car accident when I was 5 . I still remember that day as if it was yesterday.  I was with my grandma at that moment when a couple of police shoed up at our doorstep, said something to my grandma and I'll always remember the look of shock and sadness on her face after hearing that tragic news. Grandma and I rushed into the hospital to see our parents, but little did I know that was the last time I'd ever see my parents again. By the time we arrived, my parents were nothing but two cold, lifeless body covered in blood. I just saw a glance of them before grandma pulled me outside of that room , where my parent's dead bodies was lying ,and grandma started crying. I was too young to understand what's happening so I just stood there completely confused.

I started living with grandma and I loved her. She lived alone so me leaving with was an advantage for her as well. She adored me . She used to spoil me with everything. Finally, when I was getting back on track with my life, not missing my parents so much. Life dissapointed me again.Grandma was diagnoised  with cancer. Even though i didn't show it, deep down I knew that she wasn't gonna make it. Its not easy for 78 year old woman to fight with this deadly disease. Few months later, grandma passed away living me all alone in this unfair world again.

My father was an only child and my mother didnt have a good realtion with her family. So the closest family I had was my father's cousin, who I have never seen in my life, never heard of, maybe father forgot to mention him or maybe he didnt want to...

I moved into father's cousin's house, my uncle. His name was Joe Wiliams, he had a wife (my aunt) named Alice. They were very polite and nice people.They gave me a good education and did all the things parents need to do for their child. They always  wanted a kid but never had one.  They told me I was like a blessing  to them. They treated me like theyre own child. Well...atleast for the first few years.

One day, uncle Joe came home with a most heartbreakng news. He had lost his job, his job was the only source of income he had. And on top of that he was swimming in debt at that time. He loaned a lot of money from people to pay for my college . He wasnt a rich man, infact we barely had food on our plate at the end of the month. Anyways, he tried for a new job almost every week but failed. Soon, there were people banging at our doorstep asking for their money back. My aunt then started  a job but the with the amount she got it barely lasted two weeks.

My college was asking for money. I was studying music. My dream was always to become a singer. My dad used to sing, not proffessionally though. He had a guitar  and he sang me to sleep every night . He had a beautiful voice. When my parents died, i took my father's guitar and started singing. The guitar was the only thing that I had to remember my father by. When I sing its like my life is perfect ,every problem in the world just seems to dissappear. It feels like I'm a happy little girl with this perfect life and I'm in a whole different world, a good different world and I want to stay there forever. So I decided to turn my singing talent into my career. It wasn't easy though.

Day by day our condition became worse. My caring uncle and aunts that I knew changed into a completely different person. They started to blame me for everything. "IF YOU DIDN'T COME  INTO OUR r LIFE THEN WE'D  NEVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION!" "Get a freaking job! You sitting here, strumming that stupid guitar won't get us any money!" "You're just bad luck every where you go something bad happens. Your parents died. Then your grandma died because YOU moved in with her. And all of this is happening to us because of YOU". At first I didn't pay attention to them cause I thought they were just stressed out and probably didn't mean it.  But after some time, those words got into my head, they haunted me, I started thinking maybe they were right, maybe I am bad luck, maybe I am the reason my parents and grandma died. I began to feel like a burden. I began to feel useless. And the people who used to support me became my greatest haters. I might not know the answer to everything but I'm sure about one thing that is if I stay here any longer, hearing those bad things about myself and feeling bad about myself, hating myself, it won't change anything! If  I want to live my life the way I've always dreamed of ,then I need to get out of here first. That's when I decided to run away.

I carefully stepped out of my room trying to stop the floor boards from creaking, which I was not doing a very good at. I looked back at the house one more time and sighed. Am I doing the right thing? Doesn't everyone say to chase your dreams? Why does this feels so wrong then? I shrugged of all the negative feelings and got out of this house forever. Ready to fight the harsh reality of the world.

A/N
Hey guys hope u like this story. This the first chapter...obviously😂. Anyways lemme know how it is.