Don't look back

Chapter nine

I had to leave my phone behind so nobody would try to track me. And my car so my license plate number wouldn't get me busted. I walked out into the crisp night air and started walking towards the city bus stop. It only took about 15 minutes. When I got into the station, I bought a one way ticket to New Orleans. I got into the dark bus and found a section of seats unoccupied. I put my duffel against the wall and laid across the seats. I put my black hood up. It took 25 minutes before everyone was on board so I took the time chewing my fingernails. As we sped off, I forced myself to close my mind and not think about the cluster fuck that was my life. I instead stared intently at the woman across from me. She was an older woman, probably in her early 70s. She was plump and fair and had gray hair tied in a knot at the nape of her neck. She was knitting a pink scarf. Why was she here? Was she visiting a relative? Running away from her problems like me? But...she's not like me. No matter how far I run, my problems will always be inside me.