America's P.O.V
I throw my small bag of what little i decided to bring over my shoulder.
I slowly, quietly, step down the stairs. I creep into the kitchen and grab scissors. I slowly walk back up the stairs and back into my room.
I look around, making sure i got everything i wanted.
I didn't want much, just what i needed, i didn't want any possible trace. Not even wanting my phone.
I walk over to my window, i slowly cut the wire to the alarm.
I open it as quietly as i can.
Then....
I jump....
Leaving....
Running.....
Somewhere into the woods.
I keep running. I didn't want to be found
I wanted to be a lost case never solved.
I wanted to be done.
I didnt want any words spoken about me.
I wanted to be so far, so far where everyone just forgot.
I didnt want to be done
I was done.
The sun started to rise.
Oranges, pinks, yellows, even hints of blues and purples fill the sky.
I smiled...
I forgot how it felt to smile... for real smile.
I felt..... happy.
