Two Years Ago
Its been months and I have seen myself on the news, my mother crying, my father crying, Scott crying. He probably thinks this is all his fault but it's not. I was going to do this either way. Scott was the only thing keeping me in Texas. He kind of did me a favor, I don't have to worry or feel guilty about leaving him behind. He can go and smoke and do whatever the fuck he wants to do with whoever he wants to do it with. I stopped caring months ago, I can't waste my time caring about the people I left anymore. That'll only make me want to go back. But I'm too far away for that, I can't go back. It's too much.
I've been on the run for awhile, it's a good thing I don't eat much, I would have run into a problem if I did. I've hitch hiked, slept in the woods and done so much more. I'm not sure what state I've ended up in but this is the place that I'm going to cut my hair. I don't really remember what it's called but I know what I'm going to do, I want my hair bleached blonde and all shaved off except for one side.
I walk in and sit in a chair as the women starts to cut my hair just the way I want it, she comments on my new tattoos and we find very nice conversation until it takes kind of an unexpected turn.
"So have you heard about that poor boy who committed suicide? Oh that poor little boy, was beat up so bad he just decided one day that enough was enough. No ones found his body yet, they say the boy was awful smart and his body probably won't be found. Ya know you look a lot like the the picture of him but he never had any tattoos." I wonder if she'll recognize me, I doubt it. If she thinks she does I'll just tell her that I'm 18 years old and that my last name is Colby and not Grassi. I just say what everyone would if it was anyone but them.
"Awe I can't believe such a horrible thing happen to someone, people really are so cruel." Let's just hurry this haircut along, I still have ways to go. I'm hoping to make it to New York in a few weeks and sure I'll be homeless but I will work my way up, maybe just working at Starbucks or something. But I'll figure something out, maybe save up for a laptop and get onto online classes and finish high school. I mean I only had a year left so it shouldn't be that hard.
The lady finally finishes my hair and she shows my what I look like. I can't say that I could ever hate it, I love this look so much more than my boring old cut.I have officially left the hair place and I'm on my way to New York, just a few more weeks and I can finally start my new life!!!!!!
YOU ARE READING
All the Reasons To Hide
FanfictionTwo years after Mitch Grassi's "death," everyone has moved on. Even Scott Hoying, his old best friend. What happens when a sudden rise to fame ruins all that he created for himself. You can change your appearance and fake who you are, but none of th...