Part 42

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I cried but through my tears I wrote a poem
"I am not ready.

maybe I made a mistake
when I reached out I didn't know it would feel like this-a piercing, searing painright at the spot where you left me
and I didn't know that you still wanted me your messages coming in asking when I can talk
and I just wish I could disappear into the thinnest air and become like one of those clouds in the sky-soft little puffs
of careless freedom
no longer plagued by you
or your aqua eyes and those hot-red smiles we shared on cool, seashore nights I don't think i'm ready
I am not ready.
( http://kaththepoet.tumblr.com/ )"
I'm not ready for this all
My phone was ringing and I saw a message from Amy
-Kath are you okay? What happened to you the last time
You were the one who told us that we should listen to god and now you just didn't
I can't believe it
I thought you knew that it was wrong
Kath I can't trust you anymore
Bye.- she wrote and blocked me right after that
Amy also hate me? They all hate me..
I stood up and began to put clothes and stuff in my suitcase
I need to go away from here
My last hope were kallen parents
If my family hate I need to go to the grandparents of my baby
I cried while I packed all the stuff
I don't want to leave them
But I can't handle all the hate
I went down the stairs and went outside
No one noticed me
No one will notice that I'm away..
I need a timeout
Time for myself...

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