Phoenix

Chapter One

Gone

Better. The foundation for this story's existence...for my existence; to be better. People would usually crumble under that kind of stress. I'm sad but not ashamed to admit that I too am one of these people. However, what sets me apart from everyone else? I do something about it. I can get overwhelmed, but in the grand scheme of things, I always try to overcome what I'm overwhelmed with. Everyone wants to be the best in something. I want to be the best in something. And nothing is ever going to change that. The only thing about it I would want to change is how I reach that "I'm the best" status. I know for a fact that I'm not normal. Nor do I like doing things to way everyone else does them. I've always tried to be independent since I knew the meaning of the word. I'm glad I did, but the one regret I have about it is that I'm always doing my best to others' specifications. Never to mine. Everyone got what they wanted from me when they wanted it. My friends. My family. Everyone. But brought about one question: Did I get what I wanted?

No. Flat out no. My goal is to be the best person I can be. I couldn't do that if all I was worrying about was how to make sure everyone around me was good. The best I could be meant being the best I alone could achieve to be. Which is what I did. And I left. I left everything behind; my home, my school...my family... my friends... It hurt, yeah, but it was... liberating, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

By no means was my family super well off, nor were we in need and we had everything we needed. All of it I left behind for a chance to make myself better. I doubted anyone would worry. I've left my home for long periods before, and I've always come back eventually. Eventually, I'd come back maybe, but for now, my journey from my home this time was for me. With nothing but the clothes on my back, I left to fend for myself. And I never looked back.

Whether or not I would live to regret it remains to be seen.