WLW Angst Shortstorys

Belong

Hey yall, another short story wlw, again angsty I hope yall will enjoy it.Also yall can leave a big thank you to my shawty that she corrected my horrible English into something that yall can read soo yeah thank you à lot from me as well :)
Now without further hesitation

Belong-Shortstory

Someone was following me. You might be asking yourself, how was I so sure? Couldn't it just be my paranoia in this dark side street that I was walking through late at night? However, I felt something creep up inside me, giving me goosebumps and leaving me with the urge to run away and hide. I can assure you there were more than my own footsteps hallowing through the night, no matter how hard I tried to believe that it just wasn't the case. My ears worked pretty well. "Escape, Escape!!" Was all that my mind screamed at me.

"Splash" I placed my foot right into a cold muddy puddle, made from the rain that was still going down. I was freezing, my hoodie got wet and finally soaked from the rain. Where could I go now? Maybe knock on a random door? Hoping for a kind stranger to open and have pity on me?Impossible, I don't even know if the citizens here speak English.

For the first time in my live I wished so bad to be home, in my own town, my own state, my own country, my own continent at least. How did I end up here? In the middle of nowhere, in some French town who's name I wouldn't even be able to pronounce, as far from home as possible. Without anyone I could call to pick me up, anyone I could trust or somewhere to go to have a place to stay. Here, I wasn't even sure if any of the citizens would understand my scream for help, if I would decide to scream one. English is a quite popular language though, isn't it? For sure someone, anyone would be able to understand.

I turned my head back again and increased my pace, til I was actually running. Running away from whatever was there a few steps behind me. I only saw a dark shadow in the shape of a tall person but that was enough to fuel my veins with adrenaline. Whatever this weirdo would try if they ever reach me ...

I wouldn't give up, I would finally fight. But for now I just ran away, as I always did in my life.

It all started that day that I decided to speak up for myself. Not a special day for  someone who wasn't me, the weather was cloudy and nothing happend in the world at all. Just in this one small town a teenage girl ran away. I ran away from hugs and the calming words of my friends, thinking i didn't deserve that. Ran away from my home because I wasn't able to take the situation there any longer. Ran away from the life that I had, away from my town, the apartment that I had called home for the last 18 years, yeah it smelled like cheap beer and smoke, but nonetheless it was a place to stay.
I came home from a long day of school, as always, my social-battery already died hours ago. I was exhausted and annoyed already. I was picked at the whole day and when they weren't happy with my work afzer I used another 3 hours of work to clean the house I just couldn't hold it back any longer. All the frustration, all the anger and pain that I helt back for months and months, every year, it all just bursted out of me, which lead to me screaming at my parents that they don't get to decide what I have to do, who I should be and what I have to look and act like. I still remember the heat in that moment, the raw anger in my head. In the end they grounded me for one year and sent me to my room. I stormed out of my  the living room, into my room and sat down on my desk. I hesitantly picked up a pen but then, the rage inside me took over. I packed the barest minimum of my stuff into my bag, grabbed my money that I earned with years of hard work and left. I never even looked back.

 
From the half of the money I bought a one way ticket to France, which explains how I actually got to Europe. I stayed there there for a while , the cheapest motels with old dirty beds that werent comfortable at all,but it was enough for me.I felt a new kind of freedom growing inside of me.No one told me i had to do this and had to wear that.I was able to stay up til 3 am doing a midnight walk through the narrow streets of this city,whichs name i wouldnt even try to pronounce.I sleept until noon,i ate chocolate for breakfast, everything i did was MY decision,only mine.It was great for the first weeks.However at some point most of the money was spent and i felt how living alone affected my mental health in a bad way. I was alone ,no one asked me how ive been doing lately.The loneliness was slowly consuming all the happiness i gained til i knew i couldnt live like i did at that time forever.So i searched for a new adventure,for people who would be with me,well as you could tell from my situation now,that didnt work out very well.