Everything is okay now

3: Escape

I glance at my bedroom window. I can't escape now because my dad would find out, and he would find me.

And I don't really want to die at sixteen.

I have to leave when he's asleep. I'll have to be quiet and be gone by the time he wakes up.

The only problem is that he usually stays up until one or two in the morning, and he wakes up to go to work at Kroger at 8 in the morning.

That would give me seven hours at the most to get as far away from here as possible.

That doesn't even count the time it would take to pack clothes and food and everything I would need. If I counted that time, it would probably add an extra hour, which would give me around 5 and a half or 6 hours to leave.

With these thoughts in mind, I sit in my room, doing nothing other than drawing in notebooks and writing stories.

I can't pack anything before my dad goes to sleep, unless I want to risk him figuring out my plan. That wouldn't go down well.

So I wait for hours.

The next time I check the time, it's 1:26 in the morning.

If he's not asleep, and he finds out I'm leaving the house, I'm totally screwed, but if I sit and do nothing, I'm losing precious time.

I can't really bring myself to care anymore.

So I walk out of my room slowly, and I try to look for a bag that I can pack my things in. I eventually find a large bag that could hold a lot.

I quietly put food and water in it, and then I go back to my room and pack clothes.

I also put hygiene products in it, and when the bag is packed so full that it can't be packed with anything else, I push the window in my bedroom up as much as I can, and I climb out.

The way that the window is set up, I can climb out of it, and touch the ground immediately.

So that's what I do, and once I'm out, I take one last look inside, and I shut the window back, and I begin to run.

I don't know where I'm going, but it will be far away from here.