A Forgotten Past

Run Away and Get Caught

Dedicated to @AwesomeNobody because I felt like giving a random dedication, and becaused she screamed 'Happy Birthday' right into my ears... in the middle of the night.

Now that I'm awake, I'll just continue the story for a little bit. Thank her for that.

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I was still in mid-air, my foot hanging from a terrible height.

How am I hanging? I should have been on the ground by now... dead. I looked up and there he was... grabbing on to my hand with one hand and his other on the edge of the building.

"Hold.. on..." He said, his voice shaky due to tiredness.

He swung me back and forth.

I managed to land on the roof with a thud. He didn't throw me that high, but it was still painful, though. Austin; as he called himself; pulled himself up and rushed to me. His arms did hurt, but he ignored it.

He knelt down beside me, and before I know it, I felt a sharp pain on my cheek.

He slapped me.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" He shouted at my face. I was too shock to pay any attention to the pain that was aching on my left cheek.

"DO YOU THINK THAT ENDING YOUR LIFE WILL SOLVE EVERYTHING?! IT'S AN ACT OF A COWARD, STUPID!"

I was shaking in fear. I can feel those tears. My vision's starting to get blurry because of the tears. Austin put both of his hands on my cheeks, his eyes boring into mine. He pulled me into a hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "But remember... Whatever happened back there, suicide is never the answer... Do you understand?"

I nodded, my head on his shoulders. He hugged me tightly that I no choice but to embrace it.

How dare I try to end my life?

It was true. It is an act of a coward.

"Tell me," he said. I told him the whole thing without hesitating. I had to tell someone. I had no particular friend that would pay attention to my complaints.

"What am I supposed to do about it?" I sniffed. He kept quiet for a moment, as if he was thinking.

"Run away," he whispered in my ear. I felt uneasy and shocked about his answer. I mean, I didn't expect this answer from him, who slapped my face for attempting to commit suicide. Now he's telling me to run?! At least say 'Stay Strong' or 'Have Patience' or at least something as cheesy or as close to that.

He could sense my uneasiness and hugged me tighter.

"Just run."

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"I'm sorry.. Mom... Dad..." I said as I put the little note on my bed. It was raining heavily, but that didn't stop me.

I had no plan of this. All I brought with me are food, a water bottle and some money. Of course, that won't last me a week, but it was enough for me to survive.

My shadows disappeared in the rain.

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"We failed.. trying to stop them from taking her... I thought we could do it... I really thought so.." Mrs Rogers said, dabbing her eyes with a handkercheif. Mr Rogers tried comforting his wife. He was that type of guy.

"It was unavoidable, Maria. She's got to know for her own sake. Let's go up and say a few words. She'll be shocked, but I'm sure she'll understand,"

"But.. but..." She sighed. "Okay. If it's for the best, then that's what I want."

"Are you done crying your heart out, Mrs Rogers?" The stern lady said, not feeling a bit of empathy. Both looked at each other with dislike.