Escape

chapter 1

   Kathrins P.O.V

I went outside to get some fresh air after the argument I had with my parents. As I walked around the block where I lived to empty my mind from everything, I heard some noises coming from behind me, I turned to see what or who its was but nothing/no one was there. I kept walking and checked my surroundings at all times just to be safe from any harm. I pulled out my earphones and put on my favorite song "Do I wanna know" by Arctic Monkeys, and put my hoodie on along with zipping up my sweater. My mind is blank letting the music take me away from the world lifting me up from my feet. The song makes my mind go blank but makes my thoughts go deep and I try not to cry from everything I've been holding back because I can't show others that I am weak. Once my favorite song was over I felt as if I needed to hear the song that made me think a lot listened to once then twice... I then thought to myself that my parents actually don't care what happens to me they're so blinded by the hate they have towards each other that they forget that they have a daughter sometimes. Every time they argue my father would leave the house and drive away to get his mind clear and my mother would stay home and cry or tell someone about it. I would usually just try to stop them because it would just make it worse sometimes, at some points they try to hit each other or throw things at one another. Ever since I was five years old they've had this problem and I would cry every night hoping it would get better and we'd be a better family but I lost hope at the age of thirteen because my father had left the house when I was eleven and didn't come back until I was thirteen and my mother would go out and drink with her friends leaving me home alone. Sometimes I had to cook for myself and her I didn't mind honestly but it would've of been nice if I didn't have to drag her to the table and fed her when she couldn't do it herself. Sometimes I wished we had a family like everyone else does, but I knew that it would never happen. I wasn't very aggressive, I was a very quiet kid with no friends what so ever, many of the kids would bully me for not having friends but I didn't really care I've been treated worse. I wasn't the type to make many friends very fast or even communicate with others or the teachers. I was mostly in the back of the room in the corner with no one to talk to. It was hard to make friends and talk to the teachers to understand my quietness. Depression didn't hit me it was just that I wished that my family wasn't so torn apart and more like others. I was jealous of all the others kids and loving families while mine was fading into the clouds. I would see the kids walk pass by with their parents holding hands, while I was alone walking holding back my tears because they all had someone with them and I didn't. It was hard to get by the holidays that involved parents because mine were never there to support me. Growing up with that in the back of my head hurt a lot, but I didn't let it get to me neither did I let them see that.