if i were honest, would you believe me? // roblox flicker

2 | runaway

TWs

Blood 

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THIRD PERSON

       It's a Sunday night. Reza wakes up from his short slumber, yawning and stretching his arms. His waist begins to hurt again. "Ow.." Reza groans in pain, he puts a hand on his waist where the marks from the glass bottles are covered by a silky white bandage which is probably red right now. 

       He carefully gets up and walks to his door, slowly opening it to peak out. He walks out and slowly walks to his father's room and peaks through the keyhole. He's sleeping. Good. He thought while making his way back to his own room. He notices his baby blue backpack on the floor that he takes with him to school. He stares at it, walks up to it, and kneels down. Unzipping the backpack, he emptied out the backpack, folders, textbooks, and a bunch of papers fell out. He empties out the entire backpack and starts rummaging through a pile of clothes, then remembers his hoodie that was in the dryer.  He got up and quickly rushed out the door and went down the stairs, not paying any attention to his steps, and trips. He fell down the stairs and hit his head as well as the rest of his body. "Ouch.. shit." He mumbles, placing his cold hand on his forehead, he felt blood. He also hit his waist in the area that the glass used to be in. Shit, I hope I didn't wake up dad. He thought, panicking. He quickly got up to his feet and dashed toward the laundry room. He took his hoodie out of the dryer and ran back up the stairs to his room, making sure to watch his step this time. He folds his clothes neatly and places what he needs inside his backpack. He took a notebook with loose pages and a pencil box. He scrambled to a box of snacks on the floor and figured instead of stuffing them in his backpack he'll just hold onto the box. 

         He sighed. Do I really want to do this? Would I be able to survive on my own? He thought about this for a bit and sighed. Whatever I guess, I don't plan on staying in this world for a while anyway. He got up from the floor and notices a small music box on his desk. It was one of the gifts his mom got him before she died. He grabs it and put it in a separate part of his backpack. He packs other things like portable chargers and cables, his laptop, old photos of his mom, water, other gifts she got him, all of his saved up money, airpods, and a first-aid kit. His backpack was stuffed and heavy as hell. He had his phone in his pocket and the box of snacks in his arms. He walked carefully down the stairs and headed out the door, looking back at the house and saying his final goodbye. 

        He checked the time. 9:39 pm. It was pretty dark out, he headed in the direction where his school was, he felt the cold night breeze on his face, the wind blew his hair, it was colder outside than inside. Near his school there was a bus stop, he planned to make it there, onto the bus, and to the city. His stomach growled, he hadn't eaten all day. He opened the box just a little and took something random from the inside, a pack of strawberry pocky sticks. He ate some on his way to the bus stop.

       He made it to the bus stop and sat down, waiting for the bus to arrive. Around 3 minutes later the bus arrived, he stepped on board and dropped a quarter inside the coin holder. He sat down at a seat in the back next to the window and looked out. The bus started to move again. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked into his text messages. He found one contact that brought his attention.

horrible father figure

REZA. WHERE ARE YOU? || 10:05 PM

       He stared at the phone screen and ended up blocking him. Time to cut that bitch out of my life and start a new journey. He thought. He scrolled through the rest of his messages and found nothing that interested him. He scrolled through his photos, looking at old cat photos he screenshotted and photos of him and his friends, wondering why he looked so happy there and then.

5 minutes later

         He arrived at his stop and got off the bus, by now the blood on his forehead has dried out, well most of it did. There was still some blood dripping down his face and onto his cheek. He went inside a cafe, covering his injury with his hand hoping nobody would notice, he saw one person staring at him though, and completely ignored it. He went inside the restroom and placed his backpack on the sink, rummaging through it to find the bandages. He placed the bandages aside and used wet paper towels to wipe away the blood. He wrapped the bandages around his head and covered most of it up with his hair. Done. He thought. He put the remaining bandages back inside his backpack, blood had already stained the side of the bandage, he just covered it with his hair though. 

       He walked out of the bathroom, the same person was still staring at him, giving him a suspicious look. Reza felt his head heating up and nausea filled his brain. He quickly walks out the door. The person followed him and grabbed his arm. He flinched and turned around. "Are you okay?" They asked, with a concerned voice. They had black hair and tanned skin and was wearing a grey sweater and blue jeans. Reza stared. "..Can you please let go?" They let go of his arm. "Your head.. what happened?" Reza looked away and covered it. "Nothing. Just-" They cut him off. "I can tell something is wrong, are you okay?" Reza paused. "Yeah. I'm fine." They didn't buy it. Reza took this chance to run away. 

Don't trust anyone.

Don't trust anyone. 

Don't trust anyone.

Don't trust anyone.

The voice in his head kept chanting, he can tell they were watching him. Reza turned a corner and ran into an alleyway. He climbed a fence and ran in the direction of where the woods were. 

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*yeah cutely gets on a bus with a bleeding forehead looking like he just bashed his head into a wall 10 times hoping no one would notice*

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