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breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
that's what I kept repeating to myself as I stood outside of the grey boring building I used to call my home.
I sat on a bench holding a bag filled with my clothes, shoes, cigarettes and more.
(𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎)
I woke up to the sound of arguing from my parents, nothing new of course.
I looked out at the small window in my room to see small bullets of rain sliding down it.
I sighed and got up out of bed and dressed myself into something somewhat comfortable.
my hands gently placed themselves on the doorknob to my room and opened my door.
The more I walked down our corridor, the louder the yelling got.
"Why the hell was another woman calling you, when we were fucking y'dumbass!"my mom screamed at my father.
it's too damn early for this.
I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my phone, getting everything I needed gathered to get out this intoxicated house.
"where do ya think your going y'piece of shit?"my father questioned me.
"Out for a walk"I replied back nonchalantly.
"if your leaving why don't you leave for good?take all you shit out with you!ain't nobody got money for you in here anymore!"my mom smiled with crooked teeth.
I was confused. Why do I have to suddenly leave?did I forget to do the dishes?no, did I not sweep the floor for them?I did everything I was supposed to do so,why?
whatever, not like I haven't been planning to run away since I was 9.
I softly nodded and walked back to my room to start packing.
there's no point in arguing.its like turning on an air conditioner when the window is already open, there's no point in turning it on.
there's no point in putting faith into my parents marriage when the damage has already been done.
I filled only one sagged and old backpack with all my things that were necessary, leaving everything as it was.
before I left my room I turned back, my eyes meeting with my childhood stuffed animal.
