I couldn't tell Tyler that I was leaving. I know he would insist on coming. He had been my best friend since elementary school. Really one of my only true friends. That's why I couldn't drag him into this.
But I couldn't live with myself knowing he was scared to death and worrying about me. So I wrote a letter. I pulled it out of my bag. It read "Tyler, I'm sorry I had to leave. I love you like a brother but I have to go. I can't help but feel like there's something I need to be doing. I'm sorry. One day I'll find you again. Don't look for me because you won't find me. I'm sorry but this is goodbye for now."
I taped it on his door. I stared
at it for a second. I almost tore it down. I wanted to runback home and act like this never happened. But I couldn't and I wouldn't. Not now. I'd already planed out every detail.
I zipped up my bag and started to sprint again. Heading towards the place I knew no one would look for me. My fathers death site.
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Runaway
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