HIGHWAY

4

I did it.

Though it was not an easy task, what I did neither was it any less insane.

And now when I look behind it was gone, it was forever.

I made a decision and implemented it for once in my life.

I did it.

There was no turning back now, it was over forever. My parents, my friends, my old life, my old room will take me back if I return right now or probably they wouldn't even know it yet that I just disappeared, I could go back right now when everything in my body was just pressing my ligaments to react and to get up and go including my heart and my brain still there was something that was making me stay here. That feeling inside of mine was yelling for me to stay here where I was, this was the only chance for me to change everything, so I stayed.

I stayed seated on my seat in a bus that was to leave as soon as all the seats got occupied. Right now, only one was.

The easiest and the fastest way to travel was the train which was when you knew where your destination was while mine was anywhere but here, London.

Nobody, nobody in this world was stupid enough to leave a perfect life in the middle of night with no plan and sit here in a bus to anywhere. Though I was supposed to be going to Oxford but that wasn't a place where I was going to halt. I was a caravan now, I would keep moving.

The only thing that was nudging me in my chest was an answer to my own question which I didn't know. Why? was that question.

Why was I doing this, Why was I messing up with my life? Why was I running away like a teenager who has a messed up life, Why was I behaving like a criminal sitting here in a bus with my hood covering my head, almost my face, meanwhile a guy was shooting me suspicion glare. He just walked in the bus with a bag and he had taken only two steps before he started shooting me cold glares. He seem my age with broad shoulders and blond hair. Wearing a grey jacket and worn our jeans he carried his duffel bag and kept it in the small overhead bin. Oh, that's why he was staring at me as I was sitting on his seat. I shifted on the next adjoining seat and scrunched towards the window a little more as he took his seat. Then I regained my normal self feeling before he noticed and might feel that I fear him. If that happened, it would't be long for him to feel like I was assulted or molested and I was escaping from any kind of racket saving my life. He didn't steal another look at me so I took the chance to study his features as he was no more away standing in the dark where I couldn't see him clearly.

His jaw was tight and his hands cupped together in his lap in a relaxed manner. Leaning his head slightly back resting it over the head board he stayed there still and composed in his own manner. His eyes looked tired and sleepy which this late night travel explained much.

Soon, the bus was almost full for it to move. As half an hour passed, the irritation in me started growing with a panic that now if this bus didn't move any early maybe the police or my parents would find me and drag me back.

They would have found out till yet, they must have. Hope not.

There was still fifteen minutes for the bus to move and the slow hands of clocks were not at all helping. Catching a glimpse to the person sitting next to me the fact hit me that we hadn't spoken a word since the time he walked in, somewhere I appreciated that fact.

Just on time, the bus started and a little wave of relief hit me without the anxiety leaving it's place. My hands clutched the sleves of my Mango hood jacket tightly almost tearing the fabric. The knowledge that I wouldn't be getting another in future didn't affect me an inch.