I'll Come If You Catch Me

Here Goes Nothing

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I sat there in the police car, tears dripping down my face and onto my sweater. I thought about my mom and the memories we shared over the last seventeen years.

I could see those sunny days at the park, where she would gently push my on the swings, while I beg to go higher. She would laugh and tell me to hold on tight. She would push me hard and I would fly up and try to grab the leaves that hung on the trees as I passed them.

The times she would tuck me in at night and sing to me in her soft melody. I would feel so at rest, that I would go strait to sleep. When I woke in the morning she would have been right there beside me. The thought made me give a weak smile.

Which made me remember her smile. Whenever she smiled, she meant it. You could see it in her eyes. The way they would sparkle and dance with amazement. Her laugh would make you smile and when ever I would look at her I wished to be just like her someday, but then she started to change. 

She got into drugs and alcohol. She may have never hit me, but sometimes she would bring strange men home. She would go to parties leaving me at home. Still I was happy enough when it came down to it. When the police had found out about the situation, they weren't too happy about it. So here I am on my way home to pick up my belongings and head off to a location I do not know about.

I thought about my mother and what she would do in these situations. I held my head up high and walked through the door to my bedroom. The walls were cement along with the flooring, but it was home to me.

I quickly took a shower and through on black tights, jean shorts, and a black top that barely reached my belly button (which was the style), showing off my piercing. The shirt said, "Attitude is Hell, so Welcome To It". I had begged my mom to get it for me two months ago.

I put on eyeliner and mascara. It made my green eyes look extra green and extra beautiful. I sighed but smiled.

I packed up my things in a big duffel bag and headed into my mother's room. Her room was smaller than mine and had papers flying widely everywhere. I walked over to her dresser and into the small jewelery box she kept on top.

I reached in and pulled out a necklace. The necklace was a favorite of my mother's and she told me she wanted me to have it when it was time. But time for what?

I ignored the thought and clasped the necklace around my neck. I twirled it in my fingers. I was a black rope covered in waxed with small silver wolves that played, along the edges. I smiled softly to myself.

"Are you ready miss?" the police officer asked stepping into the room.

"Yes, I think I am" the man took my bag and we headed towards the car. I thought about what my mom used to tell me. "Never think about what could have been, only what could be." So as I sat in the car and was speeding down the road, I knew everything was going to be alright.

"Excuse me?" I ask. The police officer keeps his eyes on the road.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Well I was wondering, where am I going?" I asked politely. I am not usually polite and I don't want to make a habit of it. I was always a back talking, rebellious, hyper, teenager. That is the way I will stay for the rest of my life. Well at least in heart.

I laughed at the idea of me as a Grammy, running from the cops in a wheel chair.

"Your father's," he replies. I stop laughing right away.