Meet You There

Where Now?

        "Leave and you can never return!" Yelled my dad, who I publicly wished he wasn't. 

        "Gladly." I shot back, sneering and glaring at him. As he threw the bottle and missing, I raised the finger of pure hate. 

        We had just gotten into a fight, something we never had. But, just last month, my mother had died from a car crash from the way to the work. This teenager was using his phone while driving. The teen hadn't died, only my mom. So, whenever i saw him, I always went on to remind him how he ruined my life. You think it's mean and rude? I beg to differ. 

        Ever since my mom died, my dad adopted this drinking habit, and maybe a drug one, too. It tore us apart. Thank godness I didn't have a little sibling, that would just be more hell for me then I can take. My mom was special to me. Now that she was gone, I was with this crack head. He didn't care for me, at least, not anymore. You might feel sorry for me, about everything. But honestly, I don't care. I like to cope, to innovate to survive in this place. 

        Now, here I am. I'm right here on my lawn, taking a deep breath. What am I doing? What would mom think? I guess mom was just the glue on this family. 

        There were days like these that made me question. What am I still doing here? Was there anyone else in the world who felt the way I did. 

        All my friends were very sympathetic, and were always next to me. But as my attitude started to change about things, they began to disappear. How fake. Now, all I had was my cat. Yeah, I'm a cat lover. A cat lover, according to statistics, are very...to themselves. My cat was named Som. Don't laugh. well, honestly, I don't care. I named her Som when I thought about the Sun and the Moon. BAM! Som. 

        Anyways, back to reality. I was on my lawn, crying. The neighbours were immune to the crashes of glass and my cries to leave this hell hole. Of course, some would still come out of their homes and comfort me, although I didn't need it. But right now, there was nobody. Not even a sound. Was it beacuse of my dad's noise within the walls, or the outside trying to tell me to run? I looked at the sky and closed my eyes as I lay on the grass. The sounds drowned as I kept calm. I needed to leave. I needed to run, run away. That's when I decided to do it. I decided to runaway. But no, not just runaway. Be a runaway.