Troubled

Chapter 1: Gone

     So this is my new book, this is only the first chapter so don't worry more to come. Plese comment or vote for it if you like it, or you can just tell me some feed back about it. :) 

  The air was filled with relief; relief becasue now I had no rules, now I was on my own. As I walked down the street I turned my head taking it all in one last time. I'd finally done it, I had finally runaway. Running away wasn't something new to my family; my older brother Blake was six-teen when he ran away, two years later and here I am leaving them behind. I didn't feel bad really, just a tinge of regret for my younger brother. Zac and I had grown really close after Blake left; with him being only a year younger than me it was easy for us to get along.  My family was never really peaceful, they had their days when they were better but, we were never like noraml families. My two oldest brothers had gotten into gangs and were now in prison. My father was a  cocain addict and was a heavy drinker; usually when he mixed the two someone would end up getting hurt. More than once I've been that someone. My mother had problems of her own too, she slept around with a lot of guys and I couldnt help but think that she was addicted to something as well. As my family grew worse so did I; I started skipping school till one day I just decided I wouldn't go anymore. Next I started coming home late from parties drunk or high, usually both.

My parents liked to yell a lot, or so it seemed they liked to yell at me in particular. Just becasue of my rebilious behaviour and one or two tendencies to steal, my parents hated me. Ever since I was a little girl I would talk back, even though all of my brothers were too scared to. I was the one in the family who stuck up for myself; I was the one that would be strong. I made a promise to myself that I would never be like them but, as much as I'd hate to admit it I've become them. Maybe running away would be the solution to all my problems; maybe leaving would help me forget. As I travel down the road I wonder what it was like for Blake. In that first week that he was gone I was sure he'd come back; either becasue he was too scared or to take me with him. A month passed and no word from him came, eventually I started hating my brother for leaving. I thought of him as a coward, who would run away from their own family; I guess now I was the coward. I sling my backpack over my shoulders and start walking faster, it was getting late out and as much as I love a midnight stroll I wasn't in the best of neighbour hoods. I looked around, no sign of anyone or any motels. turning down an alley I realised that just above the garbage bin there was a ladder leading up to a ten story roof. 

     I walked over to the bin, looking down both sides of the alley to make sure no one was around, and threw my bag on top of it. I stepped on a near by box and hoisted myself up. placing my arms through the hoops of the backpack I made my way up the ladder. I didn't dare look down once, feeling as if I did my heart would stop and I'd fall to my death, so instead I kept my eyes upwards towards the darkened night sky. Once I reached the top I slipped one leg over the edge and then the other. I landed with a thud, trying to regain my balance; I dusted my black skinny jeans off and looked around. The view of the city was gorgeuos and for a second I wanted to turn around and go home; but then I thought about the note I'd left. Guessing my parents had already found it and read it, they'd be pissed if I showed up a hour later begging to let me back in. I slipped my backpack off my back and unzipped it to pull out my tiny blanket. As I pull the pack under my head for support I look up to the stars, wishing and praying that I'd make it through tonight. Before I even closed my eyes I felt myself drifting to sleep, suddenly blackness engulfed me and I was out.

    I woke the next morning with a stiff back and neck, atleast you're not dead I thought to myself. Remembering my dream brought tears to my eyes. It was the same nightmare I have all the time;  we're all sitting down at the dinner table eating when suddenly he just snaps. Throwing the bowl of salad at the ground and calling me and my mother whores. My mother at the time had been sleeping with several different men but me, I'd done nothing to deserve that. I yelled back at him calling him a pathetic excuse for a father, thats when he hit me. At first I didn't realize what had just happened but, then I had a burning sensation growing rapidly in my cheek. I cupped my cheek and pulled myself off the ground, with out looking back I tried to run away. He grabbed onto my arm and threw me against the table knocking dishes and food off. I could hear my mother and brothers yelling in the background for him to stop, I could also hear the sound of blood pounding in my ears. I shaked my head leaving the memory in the past, forgeting was going to be hard if those dreams kept happening.