Running Away
I was a full universe of secrets. They only knew some part of me and I was running away.
It was half past five, the alarm rang to life. The sun was not yet alive, I let out a peaceful breath. Because I knew, they were all still dreaming, hugging their pillows like a memory, or sleeping under their doona to avoid the coldness, oblivious of what was going to happen as soon as they opened their eyes in the morning. The opportunity to sneak out was knocking at the front door. So without wasting any time, I took my tote bag, nothing much in it to bring. Just my passport, cash that I earned covertly and my pendant that mum gave me in 2012, the year of her death. Something that always motivated me to get myself out from this house.
I looked back over my shoulder as I found myself standing at a far distance to see the house I lived for ten years and there was no happiness in it ; the major reason why I was leaving. I gave a wink and a bow to thank it for everything. Until now I don't know why I did that.
As I drove away, I was the cat that killed by curiosity. Curious about what they were going to do when they saw no human being on my bed. Or when there was no answer when Auntie Peitch yelled my name for hundred times to get up to cook something for them a breakfast. Auntie Peitch, I often whispered to myself " what a Weitch " after I apologised of something unnecessary to her.
I arrived at the airport of the Great Britain, London. The sun has arrived too. The sun was blazing, and there were beads of sweat trailing down my forehead. Everything happened so quick, and before I knew it I was already on a plane. I chose the seat that near to the window, so I could see the awfully beautiful view from above. I tightened my hair to a high, tight ponytail. I took a deep breath and thanked to God, for strengthening my spirit to leave my former family behind, leave all the sorrow, woes and pain. I let out a small tears, tears of happiness as I looked the scars on my arms and my right hand. Because I knew from that moment, no one could hurt me anymore. Then, I welcomed myself a long nap. And my independent life journey continued.
