Runaway // Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 43

We had been back in LA for a few weeks. Matt and I were still discussing moving around, but once we were back in LA, it was a bit more difficult to even think about moving.

On another note, I had been sending my admissions to a bunch of creative writing programs a few weeks before Christmas. I wanted to pursue writing as a career and Matt was pushing me to actually go forth with that.

I was most upset that whenever I checked the mail, it was either a rejection letter or junk mail. I wasn't that hurt about the rejection letters, because they were from prestigious schools I knew I would never be able to afford or get into.

Matt brought in this weeks mail and I flipped through them. Most of the mail was junk or bills. I hated being a grown up. This wasn't any fun, bills and maintaining everything. At least I had gotten my cast off, so now the hospital bills were no longer showing up.

"No letter babe?" Matt stuck out his bottom lip and I nodded.

"You know what? Forget those schools. You write the best book you can and I will make sure it gets published." Matt told, squeezing my hand a little.

His words actually changed my whole mindset. New York in general could offer me lots of opportunities to expand my writing career. What would Matt do though?

"If we were to move to New York, what kinda job would you work?" I asked Matt, and his eyes lit up right as I mentioned New York itself.

"Zoe, you don't have to worry about me. I just feel like this change will be good for us." Matt smiled at me, and kissed my cheek.

"We can't just leave, can we?" I sighed, thinking about everything we would have to change in order to move.

"You mean just leave everything and runaway?" A grinned spread across Matt's cute little face.

"We have talked about running away one too many times and have never fully gone through with it." I trailed off, getting a small chuckle and sigh from Matt.

"Anyways, I've got this new project I've been working on lately." Matt began, as his eyes lit up, on just about everything he could manage to blurt out about him being able to direct a short film.

"That's amazing Matt! I'm really glad that things are working out for you babe. But wait, if we move to New York then how can you do this?" I hugged him tightly, then pulled away.

Matt had worked so hard to achieve so many things, but everything seemed to go wrong. Not this time, and I was going to make sure of it. Matt was going to achieve this goal and I was going to make sure of it.

"The initial production is in New York so it's even easier. I've gotta head out to go to this meeting to plan the set, so I'll be back in time for dinner babe." Matt grabbed his things and kissed my forehead, before heading out the door.

As for me, it wasn't my morning. Something just felt wrong. I knew something was up and it was bothering me. In fact it was bothering me to the point where all these anxious feelings made me throw up 3 times this morning.

Why did I have to be so nervous about everything?

Did I need to get back on my pills?

A ridiculous thought entered my mind.

I sat still for a good 5 minutes, then grabbed my purse and headed out the door. After sitting in my car, I began rethinking this unrealistic thought. But I had to do this. I found myself driving to the pharmacy that was about 10 minutes away.