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Manny rushed down the stairs, backpack in hand, making sure he has everything he'll need. He was going to be stuck with this stuff for a while. He neared the door and stopped for a second, making sure his parents weren't awake, he listened, nothing. This was expected; it was 3 in the morning after all.
He put on his shoes, grabbed a coat from the coat rack and began to bring his shaky hand towards the handle. He felt a few tears drop down, he quickly wiped them and tried to focus. His mind was in shambles right now. "Do I have everything I need?" "Will she be okay?" "Where would I go?" "What should I do?" He tried to focus and started to slowly turn the knob.
He then stopped a final time as one more question came to his head: "Will I be okay?" He shook his head and finally focused on what he was doing right now. He slowly turned the knob, making sure to not make much noise, and opened the door. He slowly stepped out into the cold outside, and some fresh, cold, bitter air hit him. He quickly and silently closed the door.

This was it, he can't go back now.

He tried taking deep breaths as he got onto his bike, he could hear his neighbor's wind chimes. Making the noise they always did.

I can't do this, I wont be safe, she won't be safe.

The cold air continue to blow his long, brown, hair, as he wiped it away from his sight, then he looked back at the door and realized:

The camera.

He noticed the cover he put on it earlier had been blown off by the winter air, landing on a bush nearby.

He had to go, now.

He inmediently swung the backpack on his back, kicked up the bike stick, and took off.

This was it.

He felt his eyes sting with tears yet again and couldn't control it. He had just run away, he had just abandoned his house, his sisters, his life.

Most of all, he's leaving it all, he's escaping.

End of chapter.

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