My Stars

Runaway

"Runaway. It would solve all your problems. It gives you a sense of adventure. Its fun," I mimicked.

"YEAH RIGHT!! It didn't solve any of my problems! It made them even worse! I was already in hell at home. Imagine right now. I am beyond what people call hell." I was talking to myself at the moment.

As you might already figured out by now. I ran away.

*Yesterday*

My mother has been treating me like trash ever since my brother died. I felt horrible when he had left me. My brother, even though he was younger, understood me the best. He knew that my mom tried to spoil him. He knew that I was treated badly behind his back. Around my parents he was treated like a prince, and I was their maiden.

Even if he had everything. He would always ask for some extra stuff to give to me. We would always be together so my mother wouldn't disrespect me.

When he died. I felt that it was all my fault. I was with him the whole time. I could've protected him, but he protected me instead.

Ever since that day. My mother would slap me every time I did something 'imperfect'. Or she would make me clean the whole house again. I felt like Cinderella. Except that there was no prince charming that was going to rescue me. I was alone.

Many times I would think of suicidal, but I would always remind myself, what my brother had rescued? My life was worth more than one ever since I met my brother.

The last option I had was to run away.

And that is exactly what I had just done.

It was night and I had already packed the items necessary. I put on my backpack and started to climb out the window.

I took the backyard because my mom always looked out the front yard.

I got on the brick wall and started to walk on top of it. As I was walking one foot in front of the other. I saw the backyards of other houses. I have to be super careful if I see a dog because I was not high enough from their reach. I could easily get bitten and fall.

I reached the end of the brick wall and started to head for the sidewalk. I put my hoody on and took the dark sidewalk.

I looked like a boy with the hood on. Since it was covering my short hair.

You know I thought it was all in movies, but it began to rain?

"Thanks mother nature! You just made my day better!" I yelled out of frustration and anger.

I ran to go get shelter under a nearby park. I stood there shivering, since I didn't expect a rain. 'Why is the weather channel always lying!'

The sun was barely coming out. But since the forces of nature hate me right now, the sun was block by clouds. I started mimicking and talking to myself until I saw a little boy run up to me.

My heart ache when he looked so much like my little brother. His fluffy brown hair and hazel eyes. Some people knew we were related because of our appearances. Except back then I had longer hair.

"Hi, are you cold? You look cold. So can I help you. I was trying to find my money on the playground...and I saw you shivering and yelling at no one. Do you need help?" The boy asked.

I went on my knees and started to cry.
'He acts so much like my brother. He looks like him too. Why? Why did you have to leave me? Brother.'

"Why are you crying? Did you get hurt?" The boy asked. He looks so innocent. He doesn't know what's going on.