Runaways

Chapter 8

I stand up and walk out the door. My mom is dead, my mom is dead. I wasn't here for her and she died.

"Anna" Justin says coming up to stand beside me. "She loved you" he says.

I just stand there and nod. "What do I do now"? I say

"Let me take you home you need sleep" he says.

He grabs be and walks me too his truck and I get in. "I'm so sorry momma" I whisper "I never meant for any of this to happen".

We get to my house and he walks me inside. "Goodnight, I'll come and check on you in the morning" he says. I just nod again and walk inside.

I can't stay here everything reminds me of her. I walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I walk out and start down the stairs. I trip over my foot and I fall down the steps.

I hit the ground hard on the bottom and i start to cry. I curl up and I keep crying for my mom for my dad for everything.

I try to get up but I can't I'm too weak. I close my eyes and fall asleep on the cold ground.

"Anna" somebody says shaking me

I open my eyes and Justin leaning over me. Why is he even here. Then reality hits me my mom's dead.

He picks me up and I bury my face in his shoulder. "She's gone" I whisper. He gently puts me down on the couch and puts a blanket over me.

"Your going to be okay" he says

He walks away and I take the blanket off of me. I get up and walk up the stairs to my room. I go in and right when I walk in there's a picture of me and my mom looking right at me.

I go to the picture and I throw it down. I walk over to my bed and I lay down on it. What would dad do I think.

Justin walks in and looks at me with sad eyes. He bends down and picks up the picture and puts it back on my dresser.

"I put it there for a reason" I say

"I put it back for a reason" he says

I roll my eyes and roll over but I roll over to far and fall off my bed. I hear Justin laugh and he walks over and helps me up.

I get up and walk out my room and go down to the kitchen. I grab some food and he walks in and sits in a stool.

"What am I going to do now"? I say

" We have to have a funeral" he says

"No, I don't want one" I say

"Why" he says

"Because I don't wanna have people everywhere and I don't want there pity." I say

"Fine" he says

I raise my eyebrow at him. I thought He would Argue with me but he Didn't.

"Thank you" I say

"For what"? He says

"For being here for me and helping me, I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you." I say

"It's fine" he says

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him. "Thank you" I whisper. I let go and walk back up to my room.

I go to my closet and out on some shorts and a t-shirt. I grab my back with my fighting stuff in it and I run back downstairs.

"Where are you going"? He asks

"To fight" I say