Never Coming Home (#Wattys2016)

May 24th, The Decision Is Made

"You know what Alex, I don't give a damn if you leave!" Olivia roared in my face.

Olivia is my mother, but she doesn't deserve to be called one. These arguments always happen, every time she or I bring up the topic that I'm gay. It starts off when she says, not so subtly, that I'm going to Hell. Then she blames my friends, Dylan (who is asexual) and Kiara (who is bisexual), that they put all of their "poison" into me.

I then tell her that's not how it works but that just gets the argument even more heated.

As she said right there, she doesn't give a damn if I leave. That just shows you how much she loves me.

"Well then, maybe I'll just leave!" I shout back at her.

She then proceeded to throw a vase at me. It just missed me but that's because she had more than a few glasses of wine. Usually her aim is deadly accurate.

I ran up the stairs,rushed into my room and grabbed a backpack and filled it with jeans, t-shirts, my phone, money, spare shoes and a journal. The journal wasn't used so I decided that I could use it to document what happens.

"Bye,bitch", I mutter under my breath as I head out the door. Before I left, I turned around and saw her weeping at the kitchen table. Putting on a little performance.

I open the door and slammed it behind me. 21:24 my watch says and it's a cold, dark night. Not a single star in the sky. Even the moon wasn't shining it's brightest.

I knew my plan was flawed the moment I stepped onto the side-walk. Where am I going to go? I can't go to Dylan's or Kiara's as they're too near. I don't really know anyone else who might help. I took a deep breath and looked to the right, where my friends lived if I kept walking straight. Then I looked to the left, where I didn't know my way around there.

Guess which side I picked?

Hell yeah, I picked left.

I ran down the side-walk, pulling my hood up. I had no clue where I was going. I never been in this place. I started doubting myself but I kept running, turning this way and that way. I was soon gasping for air, breathing heavily. I had to keep going, I must keep moving. I glanced down at my watch, 21:30. 6 minutes felt like 6 hours. I decided to cross the street just so it could be harder to find me.

There must have been a stick on the ground because I tripped and fell. Pain shot up in my leg. I was starting to taste blood in my mouth. I got up and started walking. They wouldn't know where I am, how would they. She would think that I went right, wouldn't she? I mean that's where I usually went if I ran away.

I ran away twice, this is my third time. And it's for real.

I got cold feet the first time and ran straight back home the next day. I was only 9 then.

Then when I was 12, I ran away and fell asleep in someone's hedge. They saw me the next morning and brought me back home.

But I'm 15 now, I know better. I'm almost old enough get a job even though I'm going to miss a lot of school.

School. I'm going to miss all of my education and that means I won't be able to get a decent job. I'm throwing away my whole future right now.

And it's totally worth it.

I stopped for a moment and leaned against a wall. The sense of freedom hadn't kicked it in yet and I still felt trapped inside a prison that I call home.

As I was catching my breath I heard someone weeping. I slowly walked towards the sound and saw a little girl behind a wall.

"Hey, are you lost?" I asked her, gently.

"Yeah. I ran away. My mommy hates me. She hates my daddy as well. He stormed out of the house so I ran out to find him...."

"Don't cry, he'll be back soon. I'll bring you home, okay? And I promise that he'll be back."

I knew that I would have hated it if someone did that to me but this girl was too young to ruin her life. She even had a chance of living with her dad.

She showed me where she came from and what turns she took and soon we saw a crowd at her house.

A search party.

And the cops were there.

One of them came over to us. He was tall and muscular, with a shaven face. His facial expression was not the most friendly or welcoming.

"Excuse me,sir, but where are you off to at this hour of the night? And what are you doing with her?" he asked, snarling.

I answered, thinking quickly," I was just heading to my friends house and, on my way, I heard someone crying so I decided to investigate. I found this little girl and she told me she was looking for her dad. I asked where she lived and she directed me here. That is all".

He looked me up and down and decided that he was too tired to question me further. He escorted the girl to her mother and I ran away from the area as fast as I could.

As I was running I realized that Olivia could get the cops to track my phone. I pulled my backpack off my shoulder and began to search for my phone. I pulled it out and took of the back. I pulled out my SIM Card and threw it in a near-by bin.

I started to feel so tired that I leaned against a wall and started to nod off. You see when I was younger, if I was upset or worried I would sleep it away. So every time something worries me it exhausts me so much I have to sleep.

After I while I felt someone shaking me and calling my name. When I opened my eyes I couldn't believe who it was.

Hello, I'm Melody but you can call me Mel. I have challenged myself to write for 21 days and will be posting every Sunday. And to all people who thought this was a MCR fanfic, IT'S NOT!XD

Did I seriously use XD? What has become of me?

Anyway, I love me some My Chemical Romance so I kind of used there lyrics for my title. And now I realized that is probably a bad idea.

Question: Who do you think was calling Alex?

Please remember to VOTE and maybe SHARE my story with friends. Only if you want to now ,of course.

-Hopeless Melody