Let The Fire Start (Editing)

Chapter 8

  Chapter 8

When I came to again, I scaned the room. My eyes fell on my checkered back pack on the floor. Brimming with all my stuff. I gathered all my strength and got up. I walked to my backpack and found everything from my bras to my makeup kit. Confused, I stood up and walked to the desk. Looking around I saw a folded piece of paper. I picked it up and realized it was a brochure. The cover flap said:

Happy Homes

We'll help you get your sanity back!

Must be diagnosed by doctor as anorexic, abused,

any eating disorder, hoarder, depression, anger management, and

may be crazy!

Come to Happy Homes you'll love it here!

I stared. They were sending me to a crazy house. I panicked. They weren't even going to hear my side of the story.

"What do I do? What do I do?" I whispered. I couldn't go there. I'll never get out when they realize I can't change. "I got to get out of here, before they take me there." I grabbed my bag and saw that my parents had even grabbed my stuffed cat. I smiled but then went back to reality and grabbed a yellow striped shirt and ripped jeans. I pulled on my purple converse, still slightly charred from the night of the fire.  I didn't bother with finding a sweatshirt. I quickly went through what was in the back pack and realized I needed to go home and get some things.

I went out the door and looked down the hall. I saw no nurses so I briskly walked down. I pretended that nothing was going on. I brushed my hair in my face and slouched. Nobody even saw me. Luckily.

I saw my parents in the waiting room. Both of them tired and puffy eyed. I looked at them for a long moment. Then turned and walked out the door. They didn't matter anymore. They hadn't even determined if I was crazy in there eyes and yet they had still signed me up for Happy Homes. I choked back a sob and started the short walk to my house.

It was only three blocks away from the Hospital. So I didn't get to tired. When I finally got to my house, I stopped and looked at the front. My house was a two story, three bedroom, two bathrooms, and the usual kitchen, living room etc. It had a simple baby blue outside and dark blue shutters. The lawn was freshly mowed and we had bushes and flowers in front. I walked to the door, found the hidden key in the railing, and stepped in.

I ran up to my room and grabbed a my large pink duffel bag. I filled it with the stuff from the back pack which was almost all my essentials. I grabbed as many sweats, tank tops, undies, bras, shirts, jeans, anything that could fit. I also grabbed my make up, life savings and all my jewelry. I had at least a couple thousand saved and I could always sell my jewelry later. I ran downstairs and was about to walk out the back door when I had a thought.

"I could leave them a note at least." I said to myself. "Make them feel guilty."

I quickly wrote a note on a notepad using purple pen. It said:

I would think you would've believed me. At least talked to me about the cuts and the fire. Well you lost your chance. Somethings going on and I'm not coming back until its solved. Great parenting by the way. I thought you trusted me. I love you I guess.

-Hazel

I finished and set the note and the kitchen counter. Right next to my mums shopping list. I quickly read it over and crossed out the "I guess" And just left I love you. Nodding to myself I folded it and wrote Mum and Dad so they will see it. I then opened the door, hoisted the duffel on my shoulder, and without looking back I ran out into the heavy forest in my backyard. The millions of acres that no ones bothered to explore. But the woods will give me a chance to find out what's happening.

Hey beautful people out there, you like?