Chapter 10

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I get pretty far before my legs give out.  I fall on a park bench and let the thoughts flow.

    

I push my palms to my face as I lean over in tears. I must have looked a mess. The tears quickly stained my cheeks from the cold.

  

I was sad, had no one to go to. My life is over, before it really had began.  It  started to rain softly and I pushes my self off the park bench. 

 

Most of everyone had cleared from the park so I just walked  on the path that was lead by a flowing stream of water.

I just walked for hours till I gave up and headed back home. The cars passed me along with time.

Once I was home I opened the apartment door and my mother was sitting on the couch.  The officers where gone along with the messed up furniture. 

It look like I had dreamed it all, I wish.

"Zendaya!!Thank the lord your Okay!" My mother called out getting up from the couch.

"How did you even..never mind" I say giving up.

She hugs me and I let her. After the hug I walk to my room and close the door. 

I looked down at the floor and it collapsed into a black oblivion and I fell with it tumbling.

Then my mother runs in hearing the bumping off me falling and finds me on the floor. 

There was no oblivion,the floor was still in tack. I just imaged it all. But me falling was real my nose had started bleeding.

My mother sits me at the table to clean the blood from my nose.

"I'm fine." I complain.

"What happen Zendaya." she says worried

"nothing! I just tripped" I decided to lie and not tell her about the vivid  Image. 

I decided to skip out on dinner and head straight to bed without a word. I thought about what I would say to Ian when I saw him again. If I would see him again. 

(. a/n sorry I promised it would be longer but I'm on my phone so it's hard to judge how long it is by3)

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