Street Lights || M.G.C.

Chapter 4

                  

"Ok then. How did you end up in the streets?" He looked kinda awkward asking the question. This was gonna be a long night...

"So, it started with me, young innocent me. A girl who always wore dresses, or cute sweaters and leggings. I always obeyed my parents, didn't talk back to them nor were really angry at them. Never."

He looked so fascinated looking at me, telling my story. "The year I started high school everything got worse. My parents started to push me, they pressured me into working harder than I could. They forced me to ask my teachers for more homework or more things to do. I always had double the homework, I couldn't even go out anywhere because I had so much to do. I started to break. Piece by piece I fell apart. I cried myself to sleep a few times a week because I weren't allowed to do shit. I threw away all the things I used to have and bought new stuff. This time not pink and girly. I wanted to be me,"

He sipped quietly to his beer while I was talking. His eyes shimmering. Not the happy shimmer either, he looked kinda sad...

"I wanted to just be me. I slowly started to argue with my parents and teachers. Saying I didn't want all of this. I wanted to be normal, not some girl who has psycho parents who force her to do things she doesn't want."

His eyes started to water, I could barely see it before he blinked the tears away.

"My parents got mad when I didn't have as much to do anymore. I was starting to become a normal teenager. You know, watching Netflix, chilling, fangirling over stuff, I even found bands and stuff that I liked. After that, I got yelled at that I should do more stuff to get my grades up, even higher. I already had good grades, but my parents controlled my life back then."

He silently watched as I moved my lips to form words. He looked out the window a few times, I assume to check if the police cars came back. They hadn't yet.

"I got rebellious. I started going out with bad people at my school. Well, snuck out rather. I started drinking, I tried smoking a few times. Not a big fan of that though."

I shook my head lightly at that.

"My parents got so mad. If they even found out then."

I chuckled a little.

"After like a year of that, I got fed up with things and just packed my stuff and left. Not a sign I had even been there in the first place. My parents were so fed up with me "being naughty" that they didn't even care if I left."

                  

He looked so lost in thought. He was thinking hard about this. After I drank a little bit more of my beer he suddenly got to himself again and said:

"So, to sum it up: You were a little sunray back in the day, until your parents decided to torture you, you got depressed,"

He air quoted depressed since it wasn't completely true, but still maybe a little bit. I nodded at his words though.

"you got out of the torture, your parents got mad about that, you started to hang with the wrong people, parents got mad and you left? Did I get it right?"

I chuckled and nodded "Yeah, pretty much"

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So, I went on the shortest holliday in history...

I went to sweeden yeaterday and came back home today. lol.

Have a good time people! <3