Supernatural Themes

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I had checked my bag for the thousandth time. I was pretty sure I had packed everything I needed. I went through it again just to be sure. Clothes, phone, hair supplies, makeup, fake id and money. Wait where is my money.

I looked around the room and caught sight of my beaten down, rusty wallet. I had bought it years ago with the money I had saved from my birthday and Christmas money. When I bought it I was so happy and excited that I went home and showed my mum. She laughed at me and said, so what are you going to put in it? I was really upset, I was only eight years old! So to show her I got a job taking the papers around the neighbourhood. I helped the old lady next door and when I was old enough I got two jobs. One at the local supermarket and one at a small dinner diner. I had been working there for years.

So now that I finally have enough I am leaving home to find somewhere better. I know that staying home would be better in terms of saving the money I have earned but I can't stay here anymore. My dad left when I was three and mum has never been the same. Mum tried to ignore the fact that I existed for quite some time. She stocked the fridge, clothed me and gave me a place to stay but otherwise I had to fend for myself. She didn't start paying attention to me until a few years ago. She was drinking and I was sick of it so I grabbed the bottle and emptied it down the drain. She did not appreciate this so she hit me across the face, three times. That was only the first night of many beatings. Every time she gets drunk I get beaten.

Of course she doesn't remember anything when she sobers up but I do and nothing will ever remove the fear and pain I feel for those few minutes. Anyway my money is now packed in my bag. It is a good thing that I have no social life at school. If I did it would be hard to save money but even harder to say goodbye. I shove my bag on my back and go to leave my room. I take one last look around the room I grew up in. I think about the laughs, the tears and the regrets. Definitely the regrets. I sigh and close the door on my old life and look towards my new and improved one.

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