my bags were packed. they were over flowing.
i didn't care that it was 2 am , i was going to get away. carefully closing my trunk, i sat into the front seat of my car. i fiddled around with the pedals and the steering wheel before turning on the ignition, and driving out of my park.
i was scared, scared as shit to be honest. what the hell was i doing. my mom will probably have a heart attack when she reads my note and finds out i'm gone. i get the sudden urge to turn around and go home. but i stay strong, and keep driving.
i don't know whats going to happen to me. what if i end up becoming a prostitute and live in a filthy motel room with three horrible children. or i could find the love of my life and have five cats and live a perfect life.i dont know.
oh my god laura. what the hell are you doing. .
i stopped at a traffic light, and turned on the radio. 'wicked games' by the weeknd is currently playing, possibly the best sex song ever. i hum along quietly, but am interrupted by loud and abnoxious teenage guys shouting out their honda window. i ignore them, biting the inside of my cheeks, quite painfully actually.
the light turns green and i quickly drive past the guys. i was now on the main road, and the stars were reflecting on my front window. the sight was beautiful. what look like millions of white dots are actually millions of burning balls of fire. that would ruin any childs dream to ride a star.
wind was blowing into my face throught the open window, sending tiny shivers up and down my spine. it was alost relaxing. i close my eyes for two seconds, taking a deep breath. im doing it. 'getting away'. and so i drove off, hoping to find love and everything better.
k.so i know this is short. but i honestly couldn't continue writing. it felt right to stop there. uummmmmmm. the real journey will start in the next chapter. but ya. comment and vote. and do other shit.
bye.
