Away

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I don't know where to go I just grabbed my suitcase and walked out to my car, and drove off with my dog in the passenger seat. I have enough in my saving for a flight to a few places, and I decide to go to LA. With the glam and the fun, I'll fit right in by being weird. Perfect. I buy a ticket and get through the customs and such, and can use my drivers license to get in. Part of the agreement with the hospital was that my ID wasn't tainted or blocked. I knew I would get out eventually. I would break the cycle, and run off. Once I turn in my suitcase and get through security, I go into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My E/C eyes sparkle with happiness for the first time in a long time. Multiple years, really. I remember when I was assigned that stupid guard, and sent to that stupid Doctor...

I was in the hospital, taking the insanity test. I felt like an idiot, and creeped out too. I look back at it once I finish. Seems rather normal, but all the answers seem normal. The only off answer that I put was "do you talk to yourself" and I put "sometimes" because everyone does. I thought, at least. I am here because I just got bumped by a car and hit my head on the concrete. There was no apparent damage, so I was to take the test and leave, which they would've given me the test anyways because I never had parents and grew up in an orphanage where they made sure we knew we were a waste of space. The punishment for fighting was being locked in a dog crate, and for climbing on furniture it was wearing a bell on our neck on a collar. They literally treated us like animals. We were even sprayed with a water bottle if we didn't listen. Anyways, I turn in the test and the intern at the desk scans it. Her eyes widen for a second, and then she calms herself down and goes to get someone. That should have been my cue to leave, but there was a security guard at the door. She comes back with a doctor, who looks at the computer and frowns. "If you falsify results on this test, you are liable to a fee up to $15,000 and/or being detained by the law or the hospital." He says as if a robot. I look at him. I didn't lie...  He looks at me, and whispers, "Oh, really?" To himself, intrigued. He takes me to the back room, with another doctor in there. He mouths "98!" And the other doctor looks shocked. He nods...

I clear my mind of it and go out of the bathroom. I look around, constantly afraid someone will pick a fight with me, or spray me with boiling water or something. I go and buy a package of cookies and cream Hershey's drops. I love those things. I also buy a thing of golden Oreos, and a cheap tiny bottle of water and head to the plane. I get on with only 10 minutes until they close the doors. I sit down with my small light blue satchel, which consists of a cell phone that I bought a couple days ago. All I have on it is texting, phone, contacts, and color switch. I look out the window as the plane takes off, and pass the whole ride by watching outside and eating Oreos. I don't even eat the Hershey's, because I fall asleep.
I wake up and see everyone getting off. I quickly grab my bag and join them, after closing the window and turning the air conditioner on full like they said to. I step off the plane in a different state than I was at before, and smiling for once. I did something with my life, hopefully for the better. I don't know how I'm going to make money, or get an apartment or anything, I realize as I get my suitcase. That just has 3 pairs of jeans, 1 of purple athletic shorts, and 4 emoji shirts, as well as two tank tops and some undergarments and a hairbrush and some floss. I have on flip flops right now, navy blue ones, and a navy blue hoodie and a pair of black athletic shorts. I walk out of the airport to a whole new society, a whole new life, one of sunshine and one of glory. Gaming too. Wait, that's it!
I'll do YouTube!

"You are amazing. Don't give up."
-the friend that walked away from me

Heyo, did you like it? I am getting big plans for this, and we are going to see Markiplier in the next one, I think. Don't quote me on that!

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