I had to get out of here. The doctor has to have gone to get a social worker. Why else would he say he'd be right back?
I went towards the bathroom and when I saw Dad couldn't see me from the curtained area, I ran. I'd make my way home. Dad would understand.
But, like an idiot, I'd left my coat with Dad and besides, how weird would it look that I took my coat to the bathroom?
I ran out the emergency room doors and away from the hospital. I hadn't noticed how cold out it was. I gently pulled my long sleeved pyjama top sleeve over my cut arm and crossed my arms across my chest. It was snowing a bit harder out now. My shirt was pretty thin so I kept rubbing my arms trying to stay warm. The freezing was starting to wear off on my arm and the wound was throbbing.
I kept going forward. I was pretty sure I knew which way to go. I kept moving.
The streets weren't looking familiar anymore. I looked around, trying to determine where I'd gone wrong and retraced a few steps.
I looked around and frowned. I was certain I was going the right way. But the snow had me confused. But I was determined. I kept going.
I had no idea how much time had passed and now I was definitely lost. I was in a neighborhood but it wasn't ours. It wasn't my old one, either. And I'd left my phone at home, seeing as I hadn't expected to go out.
I was tired and cold. This was such a stupid idea. I saw a bus stop up ahead and went to sit in the shelter. At least I'd be out of the snow for a bit. The wind had picked up and it was snowing even harder.
I sighed as I curled up on the bench, bringing my knees up to my chest. I was shivering and soaked from the snow melting on me. And I was tired. So, so tired.
I tried to get my bearings and looked at the map on the shelter wall. I'd managed to turn myself completely around. I needed to go in almost the complete opposite direction.
I sighed and looked outside again. It wasn't going to get any better any time soon, so I wrapped my arms around myself again and went out into the driving snow. I walked back towards where I'd gone wrong and adjusted my route. I was shivering and my teeth were chattering. But I persevered. I couldn't feel my fingers anymore.
I kept walking until I was just so exhausted, I needed to rest. I found another bus stop and sat on the bench inside the shelter. I was so exhausted, I curled up on the bench to keep warm. I was tired. I needed to sleep. A short nap. That's all I need. Just a quick nap and then I'll make my way home.
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Finally Home
FanfictionSamantha Joseph has had a rough life and a slightly less rough, but more turbulent, past couple of years. Her life really began when she ran away from her father, to escape yet another beating, and wound up in the back yard of none other than Tyler...