The Truth Behind Summer

Running away

Why is life so much more difficult for those who don't deserve it? I will never know.

I wanna die, I can't take it anymore; that's all I can think of while I'm sobbing on the cold floor of my room. I just watched my mom murder my sister.

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A few hour earlier

"Let's run over the plan one more time, okay?" Summer says while she's lying on the bed.

We're going to scape this hell hole today. It's my sixteen birthday and that was her gift for me. We've been planning this for over a year now, saving enough money to survive on our own and it's finally time.

Suddenly we hear steps coming toward our room. I flinch, I know that's mother and she's so not happy, I can tell. She barges in and grabs Summer's hair.

"You little bitch, what did you do to Juan? Huh? You don't like seeing your mother happy and you had to go and scare him away?"

"I didn't need to do that, I'm surprised he lasted so much by your side, you're fucking crazy" said my sister, she was still bend over, my mom painfully pulling her hair. Juan was my mom's newest boyfriend they had been dating for six months and he moved in with us after a week of knowing my mother. She swore they were meant for one another but the guy was an asshole, he raped my sister once. She tried to hide it for my sake but I know.

I guess he finally got tired of my mom and went to fuck someone else without saying goodbye and now she was furious and was taking it all on Summer.

"You disrespectful whore! Tell me!" she yelled throwing her up against the wall, the woman might be scrawny but was hella stronger than the both of us together. But my sister wasn't afraid of her I envied her courage to stand up to mother, I could never do that.

"That's it, I didn't do anything, I don't know what your goddamned problem is but I'm sick of you. We're leaving. I've dealt with you a year longer than I should've had because of Emily but now..." my sister stands up, taking my hand and our stuff that was already packed but my mom pulled her again, dragging her out of the room, before I know it, my sister is falling down the stairs. She hits the ground and she is not moving, Gosh she's not moving. I can't move either, I'm frozen in the same place I stood before not knowing what to do while blood flows from Summers head.

My mother turns to me with a deadly glare, "not a single word, or you're dead too", she stomps towards me and slams the door shut.

And know here I am, silently crying, numb. Suddenly, I hear something in the backyard. Weakly I stand up. I looked out the window and start shaking at the sight in front of me, my mother is dragging something to the woods behind our house. Realization dawns on me, it's my sister's body. The sister whom defended me from that monster of a mother my whole life. The sister whom didn't abandoned me once she turned eighteen, instead worked her ass off working to save money for us to run away together, she said she didn't want to go to the police because she couldn't economically support me, they wouldn't allow her to be my legal guardian and I would end up in foster care and now... now she was no more.

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I know what to do, I'll keep up with the plan, a few changes might have to be added but...

I grab my bags and make sure I have all of my sister's documents; ID, high school diploma, all of them.

This might be stupid, I know that what I'm planning to do is illegal, it sounds crazy but if you think about it is not that bad, hopefully. Summer and I had always looked alike, even if she was three years older than me. I have her straight brown hair with the slight difference mine is a bit pass my shoulders and hers was longer, I have her honey eyes too, I am a bit shorter and younger of course, nothing make up couldn't dissimulate. Besides that we could've pass for twins.

The scared little girl couldn't exist anymore, my sister was no longer here to defend me from the world and I would not disappoint her.

I was going to New York, our dreamed city, I was going to pretend to be my sister until I turned eighteen myself, stay lowkey, maybe work as a waitress, not dragging to much attention toward me, yes I could do this.

With that thought in mind, taking a deep breath, before I could chicken out; I ran out of the house to the bus station, tears still falling but not looking back. 

Allright, first chapter, hope it wasn't so terrible hehe. It would really mean the world to me I you let me know what you think. If it's interesting, if it's a shitty attemp of writing, anything is welcome.