Runaway

My life has turned for the worse; instead of riding on a roller coaster only heading up, I'm at the part of the ride where you're stomach suddenly drops, and you suddenly would give anything to get off as you stare into the abyss-of-a-drop that lay ahead of you. Despite your wishes, you have no control over what is about to happen, and suddenly, you drop.
When I was seventeen, I had a bit of a problem. I couldn't deal with stress or face my fears. Infact, I would feel anxiety consuming every part of me when someone would just talk about their own problems. I don't know why I couldn't handle it; I think I had a severe mental sickness-something like that. Sometimes, my hands would quake uncontrollably when I heard about these things. It snuck up on my rather quickly, because one day, I was completely worry free, but then, after a couple months, the world seemed to be closing in on me, and every minute seemed to plunge me deeper into the darkness that surrounded me.
I didn't just sit there and let the complete anxiety take over me, I tried to get help. I desperately wanted to get better, and I went to a countless number of therapy sessions; I had several medical drugs that I was on. Even though I tried so hard, my efforts seemed helpless, and I eventually just faded away from my former self completely. I was a shell of what I used to be,my grades dropped, I lost so many friends, my once crammed schedule became just me and my dark thoughts. I was lost; I truly believed I would never find myself again.
In march, my twelfth grade class took a field trip, out of the town. It may sound absolutely crazy, but I'd never been outside the town borders for about a year. This was most likely because I was indulged in my self sorrow, and felt no reason to even leave my room. As soon as we passed the town sign that said, Brooks Oregon, I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders, the sun seemed to shine brighter, I began to smile, and all dark and scary thoughts just vanished from my mind. Gone. It was probably the most bizarre experience of my life up to that point; I didn't understand what had happened, yet in a way, I didn't care. What was about to happen was even weirder because as soon as the trip was over, and we filed back into our small town of Brooks Oregon, my care-free feeling had vanished; it was incomprehensible. After that, I knew that I would do whatever it took to feel happy again.
Confused, and baffled, I lay on my bed that night, staring up at my plain white ceiling. I wanted to leave the town--for good. It wasn't like it was something I sorta wanted to do, no, It was like there was a rope attached to my waist pulling me to get out of the town. My mind was kind of fuzzy at the time, blinded by my fear; I paid no mind to the repercussions like my parents or school, or being homeless. I cared about leaving this town, and that was all I cared about.
So, in a split-second-decision, I left. I had hastily packed a bag of essentials, and just like that I was gone. I was a runaway.
Never did I ever expect to come back.
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A/N
I know-- I actually updated. Wow, who saw that one coming. ( I didn't ) But hey, I've got my passion for the story back, and I'm ready to start writing again. The plot is going to be a little different, the main parts of the story are still going to be intact, but all in all, I think I've changed the plot line for the better. What I actually have to do now is write an outline for the story; I'll be good to go as soon as I get that done.
Oh, and let me know what you think of the new story.
Also, IF you spot any grammar mistakes, please let me know, and I'll be happy to fix them.
I'm so excited....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
<3 Jess