She had the heart of an angel.
She was adored by everyone.
She had the perfect life.
But it only one stupid accident to ruin that.
Will moving states help solve her problems or increase them.
He has the heart of an angel but it's hidden deep down...
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THAT IS EXCATLY HOW I ended up here, tossing and turning in my new queen bed, in my new room thinking about how in the world I ended up where I was and just thinking about everything in general. Thinking about how one second I was dying (or at least thought I was dying), and the next I was 14 hours away from everything I had ever known.
My mother, the house I grew up in, my childhood memories, and, and, wait no nevermind that's it everything else I lost just because I was fucking sad. Crazy huh? The second you stop smiling all the time than everyone you loved and trusted will all leave you and pretend like they never knew because they don't want to be associated with a, and I quote 'depressed emo bitch'.
Real creative Katherine.
But on the brightside (though I have never been an optimistic) I get a fresh start, no one will know who I am, what I've done or tried to do at least, and that was a good thing right?
Right.
It was a good thing and although I haven't had any good memories these last few years, that doesn't mean I can't make some right?
Wrong.
It doesn't matter where I go I always feel like I don't belong, I always feel like an outsider. I swiveled around to face my bedside table and double tapped my phone so I could check if I had time for a quick walk around the park.
5:56am, perfect.
I jumped out of bed and headed straight for my bedroom door not bothering to put on a jacket, I tiptoed down the stairs making sure to skip the fifth one since it always creaked when you stepped on it and I was trying not to make a sound so I didn't wake Mariam or Eliana up.
Once I got to the door I slipped on my black birkenstocks that I've had since I was 15 (my feet don't grow whatsoever) and creaked open the door, the second I had the door opened and was was out the door I broke into a sprint heading stright for, well nowhere but that was okay I was always a go with the flow gal anyway.
It didn't take long for me to run out of energy and have to take a break from running, but it didn't matter. I was just glad to be out of that house because if I had stayed any longer I swear I would have screamed.
I turned back to see how far along I'd gotten and was shocked to see I'd only made it like 30 steps from the door, I could have sworn that I'd been running for like 10 minutes.
Not wanting to look like a homeless idiot who is physically challeneged I started walking to literally nowhere. I just walked and walked and walked not wanting to go 'home'just yet, not because I hated the people or the area they were lovely especially Eliana.
I've known Eliana since I was 3, we grew up doing everythign together and were inseperable. We hung out almost everyday and told each other any and everything, till about the age of 12 when my mum and her mum had a big argument and Mariam moved here to Oklahoma to get away from my mum and her toxicity, and her moving meant Eliana moved too.
