Lost November

Those In Glass Houses

I finished packing that night, I didn't run like I wanted to , my father was right. They would find me. Breathing deeply, I laid back against my bed, looking into the darkness behind my eyelids. I fought the urge to sleep, I wasn't wanting to be dead when they came in my room to retrieve me. Retrieve wasn't the right word, more like force me to get into one of their black BMW's. They would not care to knock me out with their hands if I resisted. I knew the path I was taking was broken glass, knowing I would bleed. This was a call I thought I would never get.

I touched the faded cuts on my wrists, reminding myself that I wasn't a princess, and that this wasn't a fairy-tale. I had so many nightmares about becoming perfect. This ain't Hollywood, this place was hell. My white horse would never come around and save me from my cruel fate. I'm going to be thrown to the wolves, watching from the rear view mirror as my small town fades away. There would be no one rushing to save me, trying to catch me before I left.

I had thrown everything that would remind me of this place away, smiling slightly at the relief it gave me. I felt a tad bit of rage surface but I shoved it down into a bottle that was in my chest , cleaning my face. I moved my dirty blonde hair out of my face, my blue eyes were as cold as my heart was. Pure ice. I looked at my reflection. All I saw was a wolf looking back. A beast ready to attack the system, or die trying.

You cant blame a girl for trying to get away from family, all we want is to have some freedom. That's what my mother had always said, anyway. I thought that I would be weak after her death, but I'm stronger and I know what I want. I thought that I would fail without her, but im still living. I'm going to make it. I have to make it for her. My mother taught me how to survive. Survive I must, and survive I will.

I dragged a brush through my hair, looking at my outfit, a red flannel shirt with black skinny jeans and black converse. My winged eyeliner was flawless and so was my mascara. I was pretty good with make up, and I didn't care to boast about it. I threw my duffle bag over my shoulder, and sat down on my bed. To someone that I didn't know, it would look like I was either running away or going on a camping trip. I would prefer the camping trip since the shit hole I was going to was like a prison.

The world is in my grasp, but I don't want to be some high end money maker like my father. Id rather fight and defend the people of the earth. I would fight til my last breath. Maybe this was my darkness falling in paradise. Who knows. All that I know is that I will stand.

I used to be a lady, a Cinderella of modern society. Now I'm doing my own thing, what a lucky girl I turned out to be. Thought my old self was the perfect one. Ill make myself who I am not some fucking business company. I don't want to get stuck taking out trash. I'm through with that girl that I used to be.

I walked out of my bedroom and out my door, down a large marble staircase that had diamonds in the railing. No wonder why I felt like a princess. I was raised in a castle. No wonder I thought I could get away with everything.

I stood in front of the front door, my ear q against the oak, trying to make out if someone had pulled up or not yet. I hated waiting. Correction; I hated waiting for things that I didn't know how they would end. I hated that feeling of dread and hopelessness.

So I waited with my ear pressed against the oak door, even though I didn't hear anything and it just dead silence. It was like nothing was moving because they knew that a hurricane was coming. A whirlwind of pure trouble.

Then I heard it. The roar of a car engine and an iron gate opening slowly. I backed away from the door, my footsteps barely making any sound on the marble floor.

It wasn't cold but I felt a shiver go through my body like an icy wind cut through my soul. What was going on? This isn't anything like the stories I have been told about when the people from this school come to retrieve students. This was different. This wasn't fear. It was like an awakening. This was about to be my new life, whether i liked it or not.