Tomorrow is my birthday. I've decided thats gonna be the day that I leave.
Im loading my stuff now. My duffel bag is black with white designs on it. I remember when I was little i would hide in it and my dad would carry me around. That was when my real mom was alive.
Now it is being used to pack my 3 pairs of pants, my underwear, a few bras, and some tanks and sweats.
I backed up to the doorway and took a look at my room. It was always simple, nothing fancy. The walls were a dark, dark red with one chalkboard wall. Right now the chalkboard was blank.
I looked at my dresser and saw the one picture I had of my real mom. Her name was Vanessa. It was a perfect, round name. It described her beautifully.
When I was 3, she was dianosed with cancer. By the time I was 6, she didn't remember who she was, let alone who anyone else was. A week after I turned 7, she passed away. I was just old enough to remember her. I miss her.
I picked up the picture of her and I. We were walking down a pier by the ocean. She was holding my hand. I was looking at her and she was looking down at me with the most adoring eyes. She truly was an angel.
I put it in my bag. One more thing, I took the stuffed cat and put it in my bag right beside the picture. My mom had given that to me like a month before she forgot everything.
I zipped it up and listened to the long ZIP noise. Then I layed down in my bed and turned off the light. The glow-in-the-dark stars I had on my celing glowed. This would be my last night here forever, I was kinda gonna miss this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Dad? Laura? I'm going to tell you something and you have to listen to me." I said.
"Sure, baby, It is your bithday after all," dad replied. I wish he wouldn't bring that up.
"I'm leaving. Today, like now. I wanted to say goodbye and all."
My dad just about threw up he coffee all over the table and Laura went white as the snow that would be on the ground in January.
"No! Darren! Say something! She can't leave, she's our child!" I wish I could say, Um excuse me but Im not your anything, except a sex slave.
My dad still didn't say anything until he saw me turn and walk twords the door with my bag.
"Laura, baby, we should let her go. She's obviously not happy to stay here." he had a pleading look in his eyes.
"FIne, whatever, but when you start missing your dear old Valli, I'm not helping you get her back." she turned to me.
"How dare you leave us now! Leaving me here all alone when your dad's gone! What am I suppost to do?"
"I don't know, I guess you'll just have to find another sad girl and make her into a prostitute. Bye dad, I love you." Then I walked over to Laura, stuck my face in hers and said, "Fuck you."
I turned around, and without one glance back walked out the door and started on my long journey.
