My name is Danielle Ross and I am a missing person.
I never thought my life would turn out the way it did, but I guess that's the same with everyone.
We all want to be somebody, we all have hopes and dreams that end up being nothing but stupid fairy tales and nothing more.
For me I just wanted to be happy, healthy and wealthy. That's what it was like at first.
I had my own place, a job, a lover. I ate the right food and went to the gym.
But that doesn't matter anymore now does it?
Because its all gone now and I'm stuck here, running and hiding for whatever reason I don't even know anymore.
Point is, life is unfair and you'll realize that the most when something happens that changes your life the worst.
I've been missing for a little while now, I've lost count of the hours, days, even months maybe.
Truth is I don't even want to be found, that's probably why I've been missing for so long.
I like the sound of the "myth of Danielle Ross."
No one really knows what happened to me and honestly I couldn't even tell you myself.
Just one day I decided, enough is enough.
My life was going so well and right I needed more thrill. So I left.
Most people would think that my choice was so stupid and why would I throw away a perfectly good life?
I don't regret abandoning everything for nothing. I spend most of my days now just walking around, hitchhiking and Just enjoying the land.
The sense of freedom excites me, it keeps me running. The troubles I would of had to face if I stayed weren't worth it for me.
I felt locked in that house, it wasn't healthy. I hated it.
The night of my last appearance, was warm but cloudy. Finn and I had just finished dinner and were lounging around on the couch.
I had been thinking about leaving for a few days, the thought of being free and a mystery was thrilling.
Finn had no idea about my plans and thoughts, nor will he ever. Its selfish of me to not think about him and his feelings. But I had to think about myself and my feelings.
I haven't found myself, I haven't found my true self. The pressure of finding myself was getting too hard and overwhelming my everyday thoughts.
Was this really a good decision?
Would be worth it in the end?
Would I look back at this moment and wished it all been a dream, a mistake.
Probably.
But if I die next week, month or year.
I wouldn't be known, I wouldn't Be remembered as anything or anyone. That's not a way to die, and it's not a way to live.
So even if I am remembered as a mystery that's better than being remembered as nothing but another human life that has fallen off the great apple tree of life.
Faking your death is too hard, too unmemorable. If that's what you think would be an easier option.
I can't just die, I have to be missing.
I have to give the world another chance is take me back so I can restart.
It may not make sense to you, but it sure as hell makes sense to me.
So anyways, we were sitting on the couch and fine just enjoying the silly show that was on TV.
I wasn't really watching just thinking to myself about my plan and if it was worth it.
Thinking about a plan to freedom.
I looked over at Finn and see the person I may as well love. I take in all his features, his sandy blonde hair and big green eyes. This could be the last time I ever see him.
Guilt starts to take over me, maybe it isn't such a good idea after all. There is still time to turn back.
I take a big breath out and mumble
"I'm going out for a walk"
Finn looks at me with a smile
"Don't stay out too late" and looks back at the TV.
I kiss his cheek softly and move towards our room.
I had a bag packed ready under the bed with a few shirts, water bottle, matches and a few other little things.
I put it on my back and head to the door. When I reached the door I quietly opened it and let me cool air of the night flow through me.
I pull my jacket over my arms then look back inside at the door of the living room. Thinking about turning back, before I make the decision of staying I step out the door make sure to close it after.I step out onto the old stone pathway leading out to the footpath.
Before I get to the last step I feel a furry thing brush against my leg. I look down to see a what looked like, a stray cat.
Its face grey face looked up at me, it's deep blue eyes were just noticeable from the porch light. It meowed at me softly. As soon I reach down to pet its head, it quickly makes a b-line for the bushes.
A slight breeze picks up and I breath it in. The open world is my home now.
I walk out the gate and down the street.
I've been walking for about 15 minutes then my phone starts to buzz in my pocket. I slowly take my phone out and look at the screen.
Its Finn.
I sigh and just stare at the contact photo of his face. How could I leave him? Why would I want to?
I decline the call and carry on walking down the street. The thought of turning back comes back into my mind again. But I have to be true to myself, I have to be gone.
I ended up at the town park, there's a fountain in the middle with four benches in a square going around it. There is beautiful flowers of blue yellow and red all around the place. There are yellow paths leading off to the big playground and trail walks in the bushes.
I walk down the trail path which leads me down into the bushes. The path then splits into two paths. I go right and carry on until I come to this little meadow like place.
By then its getting a lot darker and the stars are coming out. Only the moon and stars give me light. I stand in the middle of the meadow and breath in the air once again.
I smile at the peacefulness and sit down. I open my backpack up and unclip the sleeping back which is attached to my bag.
I unroll and unzip it, getting ready for bed. I take all the clothes and stuff them in my sleeping bag for extra warmth.
I hop into my sleeping back and stick my bag at the bottom of the sleeping bag.
I lay back and look up at the beautiful stars twinkling. I could get used to this.
I am free.
