Get Out

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"GET OUT!!" my mom's words pour out out like liquid rage. The words, the pure sarcasm drip off my tongue before I can stop them, "And where should I go, mother?" Her face goes from rage to dead calm, but a frightening calm. I went too far, pushed too far. Her words tear through the tension with an icy tone,"I don't give a damn. Walk away and just get.....out. Take a walk."

 And with that she opens the door. Her eyes bore into mine. The love that was once there is gone. The warmth the mercy and empathy had drained away leaving only cold fury in its place. The battle is over and it is clear I have lost. I break contact and slink out the door defeated and fuming. With a resounding slam the door shuts behind me, leaving me separated from my only home, my only family, my only life for good.

 I will never see my mother again. I will never see my mother again. I will never see my mother again....... again and again the phrase repeats itself. And this time I know it's true.

My brain tells me to move. I break out of my phrase coma, "move Ember,take a walk," I tell myself. I can't help but smirk at the irony of what I just said. It quickly disappears when I remember why its ironic. My feet take me to the road. It's dirt, the dust makes small clouds as I step. Step, cloud, step, cloud, step, cloud...... I distract myself with this pattern. Anything to keep my mind off, that. It's there, but I can keep it at bay. I look up ahead. Miles of dirt and trees. I know that town is three miles up the road. "Just walk, walk Ember," I reassure myself, "Just to town, to Issac. Walk." 

Issac, my shoulders automatically relax at the thought of him. I ache to tell him what has happened. He is the only one who will listen. He is the only one who cares now. My chest tightens at this thought. He is the only one left. "You've destroyed everyone else," My voice  whispers. I shake my head trying to rid myself of the depression that has settled over me. "Just walk Ember, walk to Issac." Step, cloud, step, cloud, step cloud.......





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