I ran away from the EMTs and Naveen. I couldn't stay there and watch them argue. I walk into the woods next to the hospital. I find a field full of poppies and tall blades of grass. I didn't mean any of this to happen. I just wanted to make it to eighteen so I could leave. "It's your fault!" I shout into the air. "You are my mom and dad; my parents! It's your fault that I can't talk to or even look at Naveen without everything going up in smoke!" I fell to the ground, allowing the poppies to engulf me, breathing hard. "I miss you," I whisper. I closed my eyes letting all of the emotions of sixteen years of neglect and uncertainty drown me in tears. The earth around me was sit a blaze. All of the poppies within arms reach were withered and covered with embers.
I begin to calm down. I start to breath and the flames die down. I arose from the ground. "Oh my god!" I world around to find Naveen had followed me in the woods. He turned and started to run and took off after him. 'Would he tell anyone? What would they do if they found out? Would they think he was crazy? Or would they burn me at the stake, hang me, imprisoned me, drug me, or just shoot me like a crazed animal?' I think running faster. "Please, Naveen, wait!" I scream out of breath. He turned his head for a split second looking at me with fear as we entered the hospital parking lot, and bam. I know now why people tell you to look both ways before crossing the street. Rest in peace Naveen.