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BSM: You Run Away pt. 1

{you're 16}

{(y/b/n) is 17}

I hear the door slam as I'm doing my homework. Sighing, I get up to see (y/b/n). "You know just because you're upset, you don't have to slam the door." I said coldly. (y/b/n) and I haven't been getting along recently. We were gradually getting angrier and angrier at each other. We were both on edge because of all the pressure of school and because of how much our parents have been fighting.

"Yeah whatever." (y/b/n) mumbled.

"Look, I know everything's hard but look we have each other," I said, "We can do this mum and dad are just going through a rough patch. They'll be fine in no time, they always are."

"Look I don't want to lash out at you right now (y/n) so just leave me alone. I can't deal with you today. Just go bother someone else." (y/b/n) said.

I know he's not trying to be mean but it still hurts. I have no one to talk to, I don't have any friends, any peers that I could trust; my mum and dad are angry all the time and I get in trouble if I talk to them. Everyone's on edge and everything is going down hill. I just... I just can't take this anymore, I have to go. They won't miss me, it's not like I talk to them much anyway. The only person that I would've thought would miss me, if he noticed, is (y/b/n). The thing is though that we've been pushing apart so much so that it's like he wishes I was never here. I look at the time it is 6:57pm.

"When it hits 11 that's when I'll go." I think. I will miss all of them because they're family but this is too much. I can't keep doing the same pattern of screaming and hatred. I go upstairs to pack the essentials: hair brush, shampoo & conditioner, toothbrush/paste, a weeks worth of clothes(so most of my clothes, we don't have a lot), my earphones, my money, my favorite stuffed dog I've had since I was two,and last but not least, a picture of my family together, happy. I look over at the time 8:42, I still have some time to get ready to go. But before I go I have to say bye to (y/b/n), he has always been there for me no matter what, even if he was mad.

I go over to his room and knock,"(y/b/n)? I... I know you're still mad at me. I don't know why but I want to say I love you. I know it's been a while since I've said that but I just wanted you to know," I wait to listen to see if he moves toward the door, I don't hear any movement so I just say, "I love you (y/b/n) goodnight." I sigh as I go back to my room. I looked over at the clock it told me that I had 30 minutes left before I leave.

I make sure I've got everything I need and the note I wrote them. I leave my cell phone here so I won't get tracked and quietly head downstairs. As I open the door to our house I take a deep breath taking all the memories in and already missing my family, but this was for the best. I decide I will go to a cheap motel for the night and in the mourning I will leave. I don't know where I'm going but it'll probably be better than this.

{(y/b/n) p.o.v}

As I wake up I remember what happened yesterday, me being a dick to my baby sister, her telling me goodnight, me not taking consideration of her feelings. I've been to caught up in my world to realize it's not just me my parent's fighting is affecting; it's also (y/n)'s life. She's been fatigued, depressed, and unhappy for the longest time. I don't remember the last time I saw her smile genuinely. I feel like an idiot because if anything she's being affected more by our parent's fighting, emotionally, than I am. I decide after I take a shower that I'll go apologize for my behavior.

"(y/n)?" silence, that's all I hear just silence. Something just feels off, my parent's are at work so it's just me and (y/n). I go to knock on her door and I see that the door is open a little. As I walk in I notice things are missing but her phone is still here. I look around her room I see here school books so she didn't head to school early, a few books are missing, I look in her drawers and see that the majority of her clothes are gone. I feel the panic start to rise in my chest as I frantically call out her name. (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!

"DAMN IT (Y/N)! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?"I don't know what to do. I am pissed. I'm pissed at her for leaving, I'm pissed at me for being a dick, and I'm pissed off most of all by our parents fighting all the damn time causing her to run away. I go to the kitchen to sit and think about where she might of gone. I sit down and cover my face with my hands, tears threatening to fall. I look up and see a piece of paper.

Dear Mum, Dad, and (y/b/n),

I'm sorry it came to this. I just needed to leave, I don't know how long I'm going to be gone but I want you to know I love you and that I will see you again. I'm sorry for being a nuisance, a burden, a bad daughter, and sister. In the very unlikely chance that you actually see this I will be long gone. I thought this over for a while and I made the choice to leave. Don't be angry at each other mum and dad. I just need space and an environment where you guys aren't arguing all the time. I hope by the time I get back that you, mum and dad, will be happy and getting along. I love you mum and dad. (y/b/n), it was probably the hardest leaving you the most because you've always been there for me when no one else has. I love you and I hope that you won't be that upset. You've been on edge and you needed your own space without me interrupting. I love you (y/b/n). I'm so sorry, but I had to go.

I'll always love you to infinity and beyond

-(y/n)