B.E. Oneshot Book ✔

Runaways (unfinished)

Story description:

Rowan runs away from her trapped home life in search of new one. As she struggles to get by, she runs into a blue haired mute who helps her get by.
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Rowan

I sighed a breath of relief as the cool air from the gastation hit my sweaty face and body.

I wiped my forehead with my arm and just leaned against the wall, taking in the coolness.

I had been walking in the Blazing sun for I don't know how long. I'm pretty sure I was outa state by now, don't know where, but being anywhere away from my hone town was good enough for me.

I took out my phone and charger from my pockets hoping that their was a plug somewhere in this store. My stomach growled as my eyes landed on the frozen foods.

I hadn't eaten in a week, and I was starving. The month I had been hitchhiking I only was living off of granola bars and soda.

Some people though were kind enough to buy me something from a few fastfood places, which I definitely appreciated.

When I had finally found a plug in from behind a icecream storage a smiled and sat down, plugging it into the wall.

I waited a few seconds, and before I knew it my phone had lit up with the charging symbol. It had been dead for about a week now, so navigating around was challenging for me.

My phone came on and I saw a bunch of missed calls and messages from my parents and my friends. I instantly felt bad for leaving them.

Not my parents, my friends.

Their probably thinking, why? Why would she do this? Why did she run away? I thought she was happy.

Well I wasn't.

Sure I was smiling, and telling jokes, being the goofy and funny one, always trying to get somebody to smile and laugh.

But I wasn't happy.

I was hurting, mentally, and emotionally. But everyday I walked with a smile, because that's just who I am. The girl who never stopped smiling.

I walked around everyday on the verge of tears. I know I'm strong, because no one seemed to notice that I wasn't ok.

You don't know pain until staring at yourself in the mirror with tears streaming down your face and your begging yourself to just hold on and be strong.

That is pain.

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it's like to feel absolutely worthless, and they don't want anyone else to feel like that.

That's me.

I try to make people feel loved and wanted because I know what it's like to not feel loved and wanted.

I was dying I side. I was hurt and tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But I didn't want to look dramatic, weak, or attention seeking. So I kept it all inside.

I acted life everything was perfectly fine, but silently cried at night.

Everybody thought that I'm the happiest person they know, that I had no problems and that my life was perfect.

If only they knew, huh?

With a sigh I blocked and deleted all the contacts in my phone.

I wanted to start a new life, with new people, in new place. I wanted nothing to do with my past, all that I care about is now.