"Hey, Taylor! Where are you going?" I heard my brother Jacob shout behind me as I sprint out of the door with a bag on my left arm. It had all my clothes, pencils and sketchbooks in them. It was all I owned. I was running away from home, once again. Without hesitation, I said, "No where you can find me!" to my brother. I had no intention of coming back. I was running away for the same reason I did last time. The many times before too.
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I felt my heart flutter as I ran across the street. I was running quickly into the woods where I ran away to every time. My safe haven, my treehouse. Deep in the woods, you'd find my treehouse camouflaged so that it wasn't recognized from a distance. I know. I'm a 15 year-old girl who shouldn't run away from home just to hide in the woods in her tiny treehouse that is only a mile away from home because why run away from home if where you're going is only one mile away in walking distance? Well, my family could honestly care less about where I am. My brother Jacob, is probably the only person in my family that's ever cared about me. The only reason I've ever come back home is because somehow, he finds me. I don't know how, but he does. He talks to me, and convinces me to come back home. Even though there isn't much of a home to come back to.
Oh, I don't mean I don't have much of a physical house, I have a two-story house with plenty of rooms and the sort, but I mean I don't have much of a home. A home is where you share love with your families. Where you come to be safe. Feel loved. Share precious moments with your family.
I don't have much of that. The only thing I consider family in that house is Jacob. And for a good reason too.. my parents don't give a crap about me or Jacob. They just say "screw it." And forget to feed us, or buy us new clothes for school each year. So that leaves Jacob, the oldest, 21, to have a job to take care of us both while mom and dad drink their lives away. Yeah, they've got jobs, but they only spend their work money on bills and their necessities. Nothing for us.
To be honest, Jacob hasn't moved out yet because he wants to take care of me. He could be in college, but he's stuck caring for me while I'm at home. To tell you the truth, I run away from the house because I want to see if Jacob will find me. I know it's kind of a cruel joke, but I want to know if after all of these times I've run away, that he still cares for me. Always. Gee, don't I sound stupid.
Okay, I hope whoever read this enjoyed it. I will finish chapter two in about ten hours because it's 2:00 am at the moment. I'm going to bed now, haha. :)
