The Truth (#JustWriteIt #OnceUponNow)

Buster leaves

It has been 2 weeks since the whole Buster, Winter, illegal car racing and magically throwing knives thing happened.  Buster since has been doing a lot of thinking and he has finally made a decision.

Buster's P.O.V:

I know that it has been a little while since Winter magically threw knives at me, but I still can't believe that she did that to me, her own brother.  I having been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I was doing a lot of thinking right now.

"You can't stay here Buster," Part of me said

"You have to stay here Buster, Winter needs you," Another part of me said.

"You're the reason Winter is dangerous now," the part of me from before said.

"Winter needs your help, you need to protect her, she's your sister," the second part of me said again.

Since I was in my room listening to my mind debate about the subject that was going on in my head right now, I couldn't take it anymore, I felt like I was gonna end up killing myself with all of the thinking I was doing.

"That's it, I can't take it anymore, I need to get the hell outta here," I whisper to myself, I need to get away from this place, besides it's not like anyone is going to care if I ain't around anymore.

I quickly pack my stuff, I pack the stuff I knew I was going to need.

so clothes,

undergarments,

2 pairs of shoes,

$500,

and some food.

As soon as all of that was pack into my backpack, I sit down at the desk in my room and write a note for Winter, I'm going to leave it on the black and white marble kitchen island bench for her to read.

"Winter,

I have to leave, I need to figure stuff out, and you need to figure stuff out.

I know I said that I would always be there for you but you're on your own now kiddo.

I love you, heaps little sister, but this is for the best.  I dunno when I'm going to come back,

but it probably won't be for a long time, like a few years and I'm talking more like 5-10 years.

goodbye,

love from your older brother Buster.

P.S please don't try looking for me, just leave it"

After I write that on a piece of paper, I fold it and write my name on it.  I grab the backpack by it's top handle and chuck it over my shoulder, I walk into the kitchen and place the note on the bench, propped up against the fruit bowl that was facing the door.

I walk out of the house, walk over to my old red Chevrolet truck, get in the driver's seat, chuck the bag next to me on the passenger's seat.  I always leave my keys in the cars, it saves me losing it all the time, so I turn them, and back out of the driveway and sigh as I drive away from the house of which I grew up in.