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6 | On the Run

As I took every step farther and farther away from my house.

The cold breeze wind blowing towards me causing my brown hair flying around my face taking my vision away from me.

I pushed my hair away from my face and kept going.

I didn't know where I was going or what my plan was but all I knew I was dreaming of this day forever! And it's finally happening.

My first stop was at the graveyard...

I walked through the town and stop at the gains old church. It had a tall bell tower with colourful stain windows.

I walked up to the metal gate and opened the creaky gate. The wind was stronger here and the clouds was darker as it was going to rain soon.

I walked to the back of the church to where the graveyard was. I went over to my father's grave and sat beside myself he's grave.

"Hi dad." I whispered.

"How you doing? I love you and miss you very much."

I felt myself relaxing as I just sat there and talked.

"Dad. I'm running away today. I know it might sound stupid, but I've always wanted to do this. I want to start a new life."

I froze as I saw a family walking through the graveyard. There was a father, 2 girls and a boy. The girls looked around 4 and 10 and the boy was about 16.

They all looked really upset. They lose someone close to them too....

Maybe their mother...

They look like a happy family what something terrible happened to them like a death. I stared at them for a while until the youngest girl noticed and tucked at her father's coat and pointed towards me. I quickly looked away and acted like I was staring. The father smiled at me making me feel all warm inside.

He didn't tell me to stop staring. He was nice.

I then waited for them to walk farther on, so I could go back to talking to.

"Dad? You'll always be there for me, right? No matter where I go?"

All I wanted to do was see my dad again and hug him. Feel he's warm comforting grip. He always gave the best hugs ever and you could never forget it once you had one.

"I love you dad.... I have to do now."

I hugged the gravestone like it was him.

I then got up off the ground, dusted myself off and walked back towards the gate.

***

Ever get them times when everything is just not going your way? You feel all alone? Like no one will ever care about you and if you tell anyone your worries that you're just bothering them with your worries. Well that's my life.

I'm scared all the time. I can't help but be scared. In this cruel world where you must be society's prefect image to be liked? You must be pretty, no acne, prefect teeth and thin. My mum use to always tell me when she was well that:

'if your pretty in the inside your pretty on the outside. It doesn't matter what you look like. Only your personal.'

Well now today you can't be nice or kind. You must be a bitch to be popular. But I wouldn't go that far for popularity. That's not me.

****

After a long time of walking around the town and wondering if to leave town or stay. I decided to stay and find somewhere to hide.

I found an old abandoned library. There was wood over the door, so I walked around the back and found a window that was left open. I clearly threw my guitar and bag in through the window then followed them.

The dust in this place would have caught on your throat. It was dark in it, so I grabbed my phone from my pocket and put my touch on.

I shined it around until I found a light switch that lucky still worked.

The light went on as it filled the room with a bright orange colour. It was an amazing. Loads of shelfs with thousands of old books on them.

I suddenly got a burst of excitement. I started running around it like a 4-year-old would. I trailed my finger along the shelf causing the dust to come off and onto my finger.

"This been close for a while huh." I said to myself.

I then noticed some stairs that lead to a higher place. I walked up the old dusty stairs which brought me up to more books and a chill place for people to sit down and read.

There was sofa and bean bags.

I walked over to a big sofa with had a blanket over it to protect it. I lifted it off and threw the blanket.

"This be where I sleep tonight."

I ran back down the stairs and got my bag and guitar and ran back to the sofa.

I pulled out a blanket and a pillow I brought from home. I then sat down and took my guitar out of my case.

Music is my escape.

The lyrics and the rhythm everything about it I love. It makes me feel like a pop star and forget about the true reality I live in.

I started stunning on my guitar as I did random chords. I was making up a rhythm as I started saying words making up a song.

I do this quite often. Not even realising that I'm making up a song.

It just helps me get out all my emotions without causing any harm to myself or anyone else...

Music is my escape...