The next few days were slow, and though I put effort into them, they were not very productive. I looked all over town for an abandoned building, or a little bit of a shelter, but I didn't find anything at all. I guess the tree would have to suffice for now.
As for future references, I'm not really sure what I'll do, eventually I'll leave for good, but I'm not sure how, or when, or even why. I just know that It's what I want. For now, I would spend the last of my school year here, either under or at the top of this tree. Well, there and shopping. I was able to make it to the store and come back with nonperishable foods to last me for a while.
As of right now, I had nothing to do, and it was probably around lunch time, so I got out a can of fruit and started eating it. I sat back against the tree and relaxed my body, enjoying my canned fruit. I started thinking.
It had been four days since I left, and I hadn't known of any missing person reports, any flyers, or search parties, or even police sirens. Did my parents even care about me? Did my note to them leave them thinking I was okay? Did they think I was somewhere in Honeydew? Or did they think I was somewhere else?
This thought kept crossing my mind and I was beginning to form a plan. Tonight, I would sneak over to my house and see what was happening, but I wouldn't let them know I was there. Yes, this is a good plan, for it involves little to no effort, now all I have to do, is wait.
*time lapse*
The clouds blocked my view, but I am pretty sure the moon was directly above me and I figured it was around midnight, so I gathered all of my stuff together, but I left it sitting underneath the tree. I put on my darkest clothes and started walking in the direction of my house.
It didn't take long to get to, no longer than ten minutes anyways. When I got there all the lights were off. I crept across the street to the spot beneath the window to see if I could hear any talking, but there was no noise whatsoever. Everyone must be sleeping. I walked in a crouch to my window and snuck a peak inside. The door was closed, and the moon gave me just enough light to see that there was no one inside.
I checked the window. It was unlocked. I snuck inside my room and looked around. I walked over to my desk. Besides the absent note I had previously written, it was just as I'd left it. In fact, most everything was. The dresser drawers were slightly open, my pictures crooked, my bags contents were still spilled out on the bed. I ruffled around in them to find my phone, but I couldn't find it. For some reason it wasn't on my bed.
Maybe they took it, hoping they could find something on it. Maybe they did care. I was so happy at that, it made me wonder why I was doing what I was doing. I thought back to the night I left. Mom and I had fought, and I mentioned killing myself, then I sat there for hours staring at the picture on my wall. I looked over to where the picture used to be. I hadn't taken it out of bag yet, and I still don't know what the picture is of. Its funny, I can remember the whole night crystal clear even though I was in a daze, but I can't remember a photography I've had hanging on my wall for four years.
I walked over to my desk again and wondered if I should come home. Its a rather weird thing to ask yourself when you are in your house, but a home isn't a building. A home is the place where you know you can find all of your family. A home is a family. I was about to answer the question of whether or not I should show myself to my parents when I heard a noise.
I froze in my tracks and looked at the door. A light flickered on from outside the room. Fluorescent, so it most likely belonged to the kitchen. I started searching my brain for a potential hiding place. I heard footsteps coming closer to my room as my eyes landed on the bed.
It was such a cliche hiding place, but whoever it was probably wasn't coming in here to look for me, so I climbed under the bed. Just as I was settled the door opened and in came the body. They sat down on the edge of my bed and sighed.
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RandomMy name is Carter I live in Honeydew, Washington Rain is good But rain I also bad This is my story