Issues | e.g.d

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Charlottes P.O.V

"DON'T YOU DARE WALK OUT OF THAT DOOR YOU BITCH!!" I heard my dad shout.

"NO! DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" My mum screamed back. At that moment I heard a glass smash and I flinched.

I sat in my room on my bed, contemplating whether or not to go over to my nightstand and get my phone. I didn't want to make any sound. My floorboards don't like me, never have. All they do is creak.

The walls on my house are very, very thin. I could hear my parents as if I were in the kitchen with them. If a single creak was made on them floorboards, I would be dead. Dead.

I just shook it off and tried to build up the courage to get my feet onto the ground.

'No, they'll hear you and kick you out' The voice inside my head said. I pulled my feet back up to me and sat on my bed.

My phone sat on the other side of my room, on the bed side table, which isn't beside my bed. I stood on top of my bed in effort to see my phone screen, which was lighting up every so often with a notification. I needed to know the time. It must be at least 3am. I needed sleep.

I sat back on my bed and looked outside of my window. The shop isn't that far. I had change left in my pocket from earlier today.

First, I had to open the window, that was simple. There is a ledge about 4 feet below my window and a tree I could swing off of.

My parents could see me, maybe if they looked out of the kitchen window they would see a fuzzy version of me. I didn't care.

I didn't really want to buy anything from the shop, I just needed to get outside and breathe. I twirled my wavy brown hair around my finger and tugged on my hoodie. It was really cold.

I finally got to the store and picked up an apple. Literally an apple.

"You don't talk much do you?" I looked up to see the guy at the till scanning my apple.

I shook my head and looked down at my feet. What's it to him? He doesn't know me. That honestly annoys me. People just tell you things that you already know, like they're expecting an answer or something.

I took my apple and payed him the money. As soon as I stepped outside of the shops I knew somebody had been skidding on their bike. I could see the tire prints all over the floor.

It kind of scared me, because people on bikes can go a lot quicker than me. The skids of the wheel pierced my ears and rang in my head for 30 seconds straight.

Every time I turned my head to look at the person on the bike, all I wood see was the back of the wheels rolling back into the shadows.

It's nothing, I tell myself. Nothing at all. I'm just going to start walking home. Yay. Great. Just my luck. It starts to rain. I finally get home. There's something different. I see the damp floor of my front steps, but then there's a dry patch. Like the size of my car.

Great. My car is gone, so my mum and dad must've left. Last time they left, mum went all the way to California and dad went to New Jersey. It wasn't that long, only a week. I just stayed at my friends house and said that my parents were in a business trip.

None of my friends know what my parents are like. They have never been to my house while they were home. Honestly, I love my parents, I just hate the idea of them being together.

Anyway, I'll just go back inside and hope that they'll be back soon, or at least one of them. I don't want both of my parents in the same house at the same time.

I climbed back up the tree and into my window, I did see a flash or something as I was pulling myself through the ledge, but it's nothing I hope.

I walk over to my wardrobe and pull out my homework, which is in the second draw down, and begin to finish up. To be honest, I don't think I'm going to get any sleep tonight.

I check the time on my phone, it's 4am. Pulling my bag up from under the bed, I pull out my planner and see what homework is due in; English, geography and maths.

I tapped the pen against my paper and clocked it constantly, I had a 3 page written essay to finish by 6:30 and it's 5 right now. I'm not going to finish it, I'm going to get detention, then my parents will be really mad and kick me out and then I'll ask my friends if I could stay at their house for a bit, but they'll say no, because they'll have found out who my parents are, then I won't have any friends.

Wow, I overthink.