"Irena! Get down here now!".
That was the sound i woke up to nearly every morning. My mother. I suppose i call her my mother because i have to but she is no where near the definition of a 'Mother'.
Well, she does this every morning- screams my name to the top of her lungs so all the neighbours can hear, just to get me up for school. Funny thing is, im quite organised so i have an alarm set which coincidently goes off just after she shouts my name.
As i get up to go and scream back at my mother that im up, i stop and find myself sighing. How long can i keep this up? How long are we going to scream at each other? I missed those times when we would sit at the dinner table as a family and mum would ask me how my day went. That was all over now. After mum became a drug addict she just doesn't know how to be normal, let alone be a 'mother'.
This was the day i was going to change and not put up with this crap. This was the day where i was going to run away. Wait... where the heck did that idea come from? Run away? Really Irena?
I tried clearing my mind from the ridiculous thought but it wouldn't go away.
Was i really prepared to run away?
You'd have thought that i would have come up with that idea before, seeing as i've been through all this shit but honestly... i haven't. Now i come to think of it im sure it wouldn't be a bad idea.
Actually... it would be a f*cking amazing idea!!!
I am officially going to run away from home.
(I internally pray to God that this is a good step that im taking.)
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The uncertain hostage
Teen FictionLiving at home with her mother was getting tougher by the day. The arguments were becoming more constant and Irena just needed to put a stop to it. That's when she decides to leave home but does she have anywhere to go? On a hunt to find somewhere...
