No Control

Chapter 8: "Runaway"

My head was throbbing and my heart was aching. "TELL ME!" I sobbed trying to figure out who my real mother is. "Her name is Burgundy Armatige.. She is a wealthy young women who has a husband named Xavier Armatige" my mother spoke. I refocused my vision, still overwhelmed with what was going through my mind right now. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!?" I yelled angrily, my face getting red and tense. "I was afraid-" my mother still sobbing, her eyes began to turn red.

"AFRAID OF WHAT?" I yelled again, my mind still swirling with thoughts. "When your dad was about to move out, he said that if I told you that he would get custody over you and take you somewhere far far away-", after that my mother was left breathless. How could they do this to me? Why? Why me? I thought, almost getting sick to my stomach.

"STILL! THAT DOES NOT MEAN IM NOT ALOUD TO LOVE SOMEONE!" I yelled angrily, trying to change the subject about my dad. I didn't like to talk about my dad since I was used not to and because of what he used to do to the family. My... Mother.. looked up. Her black mascara painted underneath her eyes and tears dripping slowly down her rosy cheeks. She didn't say anything, finally she spoke , "You have to live with her dad", she drifted off and silently whispering to herself.

I didn't say anything. I felt nothing. I felt empty. I felt like I was alone. I felt tired and drained. I tripped on my own little world and all I felt was the buzzing in my head. "Good, I'll at least live with someone who doesn't lie" I told her while rolling my eyes. I got up and trolled myself up the stairs. I opened my room and slammed the door behind me.

I felt like everything was a lie.. a dark lie. I looked at myself in the mirror, what am I?
I started to cry again, I cupped my hands over my eyes and tumbled harshly to the ground. I needed to leave, I needed a cigaret. I decided to get my dumb pity ass and go to my closet and grabbed all the shirts and jeans. I then grabbed a bag and put all the clothes in the blue bag. I grabbed my charger, a lighter, my notebook, a pencil, mascara, my 2 cigarettes, and my converse.

I was running away. Running away from this hell hole and living my life. I opened my window which lead to the roof. I threw my blue bag, which tumbled down the roof and onto the green grass. I gripped myself to the window and slowly slid down the roof. Then my feet were dangling off of the roof and I let go, I then hit the ground and quickly grabbed my bag.

It is 6:54 P.M and it was already getting dark. Silence filled the air and clouds formed around the area. I just wanted to live a life without lies and damage each day knowing I'm not her real daughter. It's not like she's totally not my mother, she raised me as the girl I am today.

I grabbed the backpack and darted through the huge tress and bushes. I ran down the street and started dashing through people's yards.
I didn't know where I was going... Michaels.