𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 |ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟʏ ꜰɪᴄ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

*ೃ༄ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕

❛𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑼𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈❜

TW: Running Away, Cursing

I'm packing my things before I really understand what's happening. I get it, my mom doesn't love me. I also understand that I'm probably overreacting to the whole situation, if you can even call it a 'situation'. God. I hate it here though. I really, turly, fucking hate it here.

As I walk down the hallway to my bathroom I list every valid reason I'm ditching this hellscape.

- Neglectful mom

- Bad grades

- Bad mental health

- Fun story

- Worst case-scenario I have to go to a boarding school or some shit

There. Five reasons I should leave. I duck into the bathroom and grab a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a few travel sized items I have just in case of stuff like this. I shove it all into my bag and look in the mirror.

I'm half expecting the anxiety to wash me over and pull me out of it but it doesn't. I'm still set on leaving and holy shit isn't that a feeling?! I run my hand through my hair and leave the bathroom.

My bag is heavy with clothes, food, and a few other items I might need. I go into my room and grab my bass, which has already been put in its case (my mom was going to sell it). I set it on my desk and open the window, I push out the screen and throw my bass out onto the bushes. When I hear the leafs crunch I jump out.

My heart is racing faster than Usain Bolt, my head is throbbing, and I'm shaking. I stand up and pull my hood over my head and start walking. Lord only knows where I'm going but I'm going goddamnit.

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≪Author's Note≫
How was it? Also, I may be altering some backstories specifically for The Ghostbusters, for the purpose of the story, thanks for understanding!
Also, thanks to everyone who applied! Last thing I swear, can you guys comment? Thanks so much!
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