Run While You Can(Editing)

Chapter Six

•Chapter Six•

1 week later......

It's been 1 week since I talked to my father and I have been trying to keep my distance from my mom, knowing that she will be alone when I die, and I just can't handle that.

I was walking home, and my mom still takes me to school in the mornings. She even bought me those concert tickets I wanted, but I know I probably wouldn't be able to see them.

I still can't help but wonder why they both told me to be careful. Did they plan this? Plan my death? I can't see my mom wanting to kill me, but after seeing my father act that way at the prison, I know anything is possible.

As I approached the front door, I gently pushed it open, smelling my moms perfume. I remember coming home from school as a little girl, and the first thing I smelt as I walked through that door was her. Her perfume. I actually think it smells like dead rats, but eh, she enjoys it.

I walked up the staircase, dragging my hand across the railing, feeling the cold, dusty surface. I twist the knob of my room and open it , revealing my messy floor. I haven't been wanting to do much expect lay in bed.

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I could smell it all the way up stairs. It's smelled like a homemade casserole. I loved casseroles. Especially noodle casseroles.

I walked downstairs, seeing my mom siting at the kitchen table, and a casserole on the hot stove. It must've been hot still because I could see steam rising above it.

When I looked at my moms face, I realized she was crying, tears were running down her face.

"Oh Jamie. I didn't see you their, It was just. Your father. " she said, turning to face me. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt.

I just stood there. Looking at her.

"HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE AND CRY OVER YOUR HUSBAND WHEN YOU DONT EVEN LOVE HIM. I HAVE KNOWN YOU MY WHOLE LIFE, AND NOT ONCE HAVE YOU LOVED THAT MAN. HE'S HELL!" I yelled at her.

"Jamie! How could you say that?"

Tears began to rush from my eyes.

"You know it's true. You hate that man and he destroyed your life." I screamed at her. I couldn't stop myself. I felt like I was being controlled, being told what to say and what to do.

She just sat there, frozen, starring at me like I did something horrifying.

I looked at the television. The news broadcast was recently on.

"Breaking News!" It flashed across the screen.

"The latest Murderer, John KcKan has recently escaped his prison cell. Before he left, guards said he kept whispering: I'm coming for you Jamie. Police don't know that means yet but are figuring it out. Until he is captured. Be careful."

Careful. There's that word again.

He out there. Looking for me.

I took one glance of her, my mother, the only person who loved me and ran. I ran out the door. It was raining ice cold rain, which did not make my shivering any better. Tears where rolling out of me like a waterfall.

I continued to run, and not looking back.

I'm going to die. Goodbye life. Welcome Hell.