The Lost Girl

Ch. 4- Leaving

Morgan's Point of View:

I woke up to the sound of the back door being closed downstairs, signaling that Zane had went to work. I sat up in my bed slightly. I was half laying down and half sitting. By this time, my room had gone dark, saying that it was now dusk. I looked to my nightstand and saw a note. I took the parchment and read it, 

Morgan, 

             I was asked to cover someone's shift early today. I ordered dinner and it's out on the counter. Please eat something before I get home tonight. I love you and promise to be safe. 

                                                                                                                                                      -Z-

Every time Zane would get called in and I wasn't awake or around for him to tell me, he would just leave me a note saying he was gone and would be back by morning. 

After reading the note, I had decided to get out of bed and start packing a bag. I had saved the money that I've been given for birthdays and other holiday occasions for the past 2 years plus the money my parents left and is given by the government. Over the course of the years, I had managed to save up $6,725 dollars.  In my bag I had packed, a book, one of my extra phones, a week supply of clothes, toilet trees (shampoo, body wash, hair brush, etc.), my money, and fake IDs. I then got dressed. I put on my black leather skinny jeans, black tank paired with a black leather jacket, fuzzy grey socks, and combat boots. After I was finished with everything upstairs, I went downstairs to pack some essentials. I  went to the fridge and grabbed 3 bottles of water stuffing them in my bag along with some snack food. 

Before walking out of the house I grabbed my shades and wrote Zane a note,

Zane,

I'm sorry but I have to leave for a while. I feel I don't belong here. I need to feel free. Please don't come looking for me. You will never find me. I'll come home sooner or later, just give me time. I need to find myself and being here doesn't help. I am very grateful for everything you've done for me over the years. I love you, please take care of yourself and be careful. Don't do anything reckless.

                                                                                                     Love,

                                                                                                                           -M-

I had left the note on the island in the kitchen and made my way out of our little cabin home.

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As I got into to town, I had gotten to a bus stop station. As I stood there wait for 10 minutes, the midnight bus had pulled up, I got on the bus and told the driver where I was going, 

"The Canadian border." I told the old man who was driving then took my seat.

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It'd been two days and I had finally gotten to the boarder. Once off the bus and the bus pulled away, I climber over the fence before anyone could see me and was over the boarder. 

A new start was about to begin.