Teenage Runaway.

Prologue.

Sometimes, Life doesn't make sense. Especially as teenagers. In pre-school everything seems fine. It's just hanging out with kids your age and having fun. But then you get tossed into kindergarten. Everything's pretty decent there. But then next thing you know, you're being tossed into Grade 1, no more naps, you have to raise your hand and ask to use the bathroom in front of god knows how many other kids. It just seems to repeat itself. Grade after grade. Except it only gets worse every year.

Somewhere along the way I became that weird kid with the dad who left her as a baby, and the kid who didn't really have any friends.. I told myself I didn't need them. I went home and I had my mom. But one day I realized I really didn't even have her. That day, no kid should ever have to go through.

I was in 12th grade.

"Bye Jess." I threw my small hand up to wave to the girl who quickly became my bestfriend in 5th grade. In reply, she simply just smiled and threw her hand up into a wave as well.

I looked around the parking lot for our car, but couldn't find it. I had to walk home again. I didn't mind however, my house wasn't that far away and sometime my mom just couldn't get off work in time to pick me up. We lived in a really safe neighbourhood, so my mom knew nothing bad would really happen to me along the way.

After about 20 minutes, I had finally arrived home, quickly closing the front door behind me. "Mom?" I called out for her as I rested my backpack near the front door of our home.

"What?" She suddenly walked out from the kitchen. She looked grumpy, but then I noticed something. She was holding a cup of something in her hand.

"What is that?" I questioned, my head motioning toward the cup she was holding.

"None of your god damn business, Mia." She slurred.

"Have you been drinking?" My eyebrow raised curiously at the woman standing in front of me. Although, I already knew the answer before I even asked.

"Why don't you shut the hell up, and go to your room?" She stepped a bit closer to me which only resulted in me stepping backwards.

"I will. But where's Emma?"

Emma was my baby sister. She was only 2 months old. My mom had married another guy and had her, but not even a month after she was born, he decided he couldn't take having a kid and so he left. I could see why my mom would want to drink. Nothing really went right in our lives.

"She's in the room.. sleeping. Leave her alone. She doesn't need her annoying big sister to wake her up." She spoke up.

"But I wanna see her.." I spoke quietly. My mom never talked to me like that. She'd never once called me annoying. This wasn't the sweet woman I've always known to be as my mom.

"I said go to your room!" She began to yell, a little bit of what I now recognized to be as red wine spilling out of her cup and onto the floor below us. "See, look what you made me do."

"I'm sorry, mom.." I apologized for no reason. I always tended to do that. Apologize for nothing.

She turned around, obviously fed up and angry with me all together. I thought she was going into the kitchen again, but I couldn't have been more wrong. In a blink of an eye I was having a glass vase thrown my way. I quickly dodged it as I collapsed on the floor, my eyes looking up to meet hers as she mumbled the words "Go to your room" once more before finally walking away.

I sat there on the floor, unable to move. Still trying to process what in the world could have just happened. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, I was able to get up off my spot on the floor. I had decided that I was going to go over to Jess's house. She knew me better than anyone, and I knew I could trust her with this. I knew she wouldn't tell anyone.

On my way out the door, I quickly glanced in the mirror. Only to notice a slight cut on my face, blood coming out from it. My pale hand reaching up to wipe at it with the sleeves of my sweater, not caring if it stained it or not. I decided I had to act quick before my mom came out again. So I quickly ran out the front door, gently closing it behind me so that my mother would not hear me going out.

I grabbed my bicycle from the side of the house, hopping on and beginning to ride down the road towards Jessica's house. Lucky for me, it wasn't far away, only about a 10 minute bicycle ride. Along the way though, I could feel the tears slowly dripping down my pale face.

After I had gotten there, I felt a relief. I hopped off the bike, throwing it in the grass prior to walking up the driveway to the house. I didn't bother to knock, since by now, They were practically family to me. I closed their front door behind me, heading up the stairs to Jess's room. I threw open the door and immediately, her head turned to face me, a look of concern crossing her face as she spoke. "Oh my god. What happened?!"

"My mother happened.."

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