What now?

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I pace around my room thinking about what happens next. Where do I go? How long will I be gone? What about Danny?
Too many questions fly around inside my head and to be honest I haven't got time to think of any answers.
I grab my bag and fill it with clothes. I then go to the corner of my room to grab my most precious belonging, a photo of my brothers and I.
I stuff it into my bag then head for the bathroom. I snatch my toothbrush and glance at myself in the mirror. This time last year things were so different. So much...easier. Where will I be this time next year? Will I finally be happy or will things stay as shit as they are?
Urg. More questions.
My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is a mess.
Time to go.
As I bound down the stairs I finally feel a small amount of weight lifting off of my shoulders, proud of myself that I had eventually found the courage to tell my mum what I really think.
I catch sight of my mum and quicken my pace.
"And where do you think you're going?" She questions.
"Anywhere away from you..." At this point I just want to break down and cry, I don't know why, I just do.
With that, I'm out the door.
I don't exactly know where I'm going so I decide to go to the beach and find a bench.
I love the beach. The sound of continuous waves crashing down onto the pebbles is slightly calming and the smell of salt clears my mind.
I find a bench and take a deep breath.
What now?
Dads? Nope mum will think that's where I am. Grandparents? Nope the will let me stay a night if I'm lucky then send me on my way. Friends? My only hope. I guess that's where I'm heading.
I stay sitting for a while longer when I am interrupted from my thoughts when I hear I an almost silent rustle from the bushes behind me. At first I thought it was a rabbit but it sounded like something had fallen into it. Curiously, I stand and move closer. I check my surroundings making sure no one is watching me wondering about my mental state while I am walking towards a bush with a confused expression like I had never seen a bush before...
The only people on and around the beach are dogs and their owners. One of the dogs looks like its taking their owner for a walk.
The coast is clear; people seem to be in their own little bubble. I ain't complaining though.
I get closer to the bush and see a...memory stick?