Out in the Countryside

She's Leaving Home

It is a beautiful Sunday morning, no signs of rain or clouds and the sun is only beginning to rise, splashing the sky with sweet red and orange hues. It is then when she decides to leave. Stuffing her school bag and duffle bag with clothes, she is sure to pack the essentials. There are important documents that she also packs, like her passport and even her resume; if she was going to run away, she needed to do it right. She had been planning this for a long while; she was tired of her life, of the people around her and if she was not going to kill herself, she was going to leave and go far away where no one could find her.

The hardest part of running away was leaving a note. She thought about a suicide note before and she deemed them to almost be the same because she still felt all that sorrow and melancholy. She thinks about how to write it as she brushes her hair and packs any final things that she needs. Her face does not fail to show the pain she holds in her heart, and she simply wants to escape it all.

Working hard for the past year, she was able to gather enough to pay for a room off in the countryside, and there she hoped to start her new life.

Father,

Forgive me but I cannot be living this life anymore.

It was the shortest letter she has ever written, but it is all she can write. Leaving the white paper she'd wished would say more on her dresser, she tidies the room before swinging the school bag over her shoulder and having one last look at her old room. Yes, there were things that she is going to miss, but there were even more that she is going to be glad to leave behind.

She silently closes her bedroom door and then descends the stairs before leaving through the back door. She takes a deep breath as she slides the door open and steps outside. She is finally free.

The train ride is very long, and she mentally thanks herself for having rented it far from her old life. As the train moves, it leaves everything behind; and she feels more free with every second. The trees and towns that the train races by makes her relieved, this was the first time she had ever been so far from her old life, and she loves the feeling.

She falls asleep with the knowledge that there is nothing holding her back anymore and she has a beautiful rest that evening, even as the movement of the train shakes the cart about and the noise is too loud for anyone else to sleep soundly.

Stepping out of the train, she smiles brightly and smells the flowery breeze. This was what she always needed in her life. She stretches as she enters the small train station and she looks about. There is only but a few people and it makes her happy, she is finally away from busy streets and large are no tall buildings around here, only wide open fields where one could run forever. There are only little houses every now and again, scattered far away from each other that it is comforting to her.

"Are you Arturia?" A voice interrupts her happiness and she snaps her head towards the sound.

A tall man stands next to her, hair like the deep sea all the way to his waist and she only stares at him; unknowing to what he will do, and that frightens her a little bit.

"I own the small cabin you're going to rent, if you are Arturia, that is." His eyes are something else, they are like red gems that shine like rubies or something.

"Oh," she nods, "Yes, I am Arturia." She says as she pulls out her small driver's licence.

The male gives her a short smile, "I have your bike already. It is outside," he states as he exits the station in order to head home, "The luggage train came a bit earlier than expected, so I gathered your things for you."

"Thank you," she mumbles lightly as she follows him to a red pick-up truck that contains her bike and luggage in the back. At first she is hesitant and she takes precautions to see if the man is not harmful, but she had already thought that he was not a harm and so she enters the truck.