My hands shook violently as I stumbled around my bedroom in the dark, afraid of waking up my aunt and uncle. I quietly gathered my tooth brush and cosmetic bag in my arms before tiptoeing back into my room.I blindly dumped clothes and necessities into the once empty backpack on my small bed. I cursed under my breath as I tripped on something and fell with a soft thump. I stayed on the floor and held my breath, waiting for a sign that someone had heard, for a sign that I'd been caught, but none came. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I was born in New York City. Having lived in the heart of the city with my parents and sister when I was a kid, I had always dreamed of moving back to New York City. Living with my abusive Aunt and Uncle, I wanted nothing more than to run from my past and forget about every awful thing that had happened since my parents died.
I thought back to how happy I had felt just a few hours ago. Earlier that day, I had been dressed in my graduation gown with a cap perched on my head. I had been smiling and laughing with my friends, completely carefree and happy as I walked across the stage to collect my high school diploma.
Today was a good day. A really good day, up until I came home.
Now I was sporting a dark bruise on my right cheekbone and there were dried tears on my face. That was when I had made my decision to go. I'd just turned eighteen, I'd just graduated and all of my friends were going off to college, a luxury I couldn't afford. My older sister still lived in New York and had once offered me a place to stay after graduation. There was nothing keeping me here anymore.
I closed my backpack before lifting my mattress and grabbing my sock full of money. I'd had a part time job all through high school and had been saving up for years. I knew I had enough money to keep me going for a few months and to pitch in for rent, but I would have to get a job. I shoved the money in my backpack and swung it over my shoulder.
I stood there in the tiny room I'd lived in for half of my life and took a shaky breath.
My heart pounded and blood rushed in my ears as I tiptoed out of my bedroom door and navigated my way through to the front door. I held my breath as I turned the door knob and pulled it open soundlessly.
As soon as I made it outside into the cool night air, I was ready to cry tears of joy. I'd made it. I was home free. I walked a short distance to the nearest bus stop and sat down on the bench and waited. I pulled out my phone to check the time.
I'd let my sister, Haley, know that I was coming and he'd sounded surprisingly happy to have me come and live with her. When our parents had died, I was sent to live with our aunt and uncle, but Haley had been old enough to live on his own. She'd moved to New York and I had been shipped off to Kentucky.
I sighed as I waited. I was going to New York. That was my dream. I'd researched which buses to take and the closest bus stop to my sister's apartment. I'd have to walk a mile or two once I got there, but I didn't mind. I had scrawled the address of my sister's apartment onto a sheet of paper before leaving.
The bus pulled up to the bus stop a few minutes early and I gratefully climbed aboard.
"Where are you headed?" The woman in the driver's seat asked.
"New York."
"One way or round trip?" She asked in a bored voice.
"One way. Definitely, one way." I paid and sat in a seat at the very back of the bus. I rested my head against the seat and closed my eyes knowing I was gonna need my rest.
I was on my way.
I was free.
By the time the bus pulled up to a bus stop in New York, I was exhausted. Between all the transfers and the bumpy and jerky driving, I'd barely slept on the ride from Kentucky. I stepped down onto the dirty pavement before pulling out my phone and typing in the address of the apartment. I was relieved to find it was only a few miles away and began my trek towards it.
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