Dylan and his brother left for trick-or-treating while I stayed inside fix my makeup. I told them I need them at the rocks and then we would go trick-or-treating for Jonathan. When I left I had a bag. Close and asked a pair sneakers water bottles and granola bars. I was planning to run away. About 10 minutes into the woods I got a call from Dylan.
"Babe where are you?"
"I'm back at the house. I'm not feeling to well."
"Awe. Are you okay?"
"I'm just not feeling well. I'm gonna stay at the house. You take Jonathan. Ill see you when later."
"Okay babe. I hope you get better."
"Thanks hun. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up. I was walking and walking and walking. I checked my phone. 8:00 the trick or treating time was over. They were probably headed back to the house. I shut off my phone in case they tried to track me. I kept walking. I got lost. It was getting really dark. I found somewhere at least semi descent to sleep. I laid down and fell asleep. I woke up. I didn't know what time it was nor did I care. I sat there. Thinking. Was this a good choice...
