Imagine Victorious

Chapter Eight

My lungs were screaming at me. They kept yelling at me, begging for air, but I couldn't stop; I just couldn't stop. Running away had never been a way that I had solved problems, but I just couldn't seem to get control of myself. If you had asked people from my old school to tell you one thing about me, it would be that I never ran away. I would fight until my last breath; you might be killing me, literally or figuratively, but I wasn't gonna stop fighting. Well, this wasn't the case. I was running from my problems, and it wasn't my plan to turn back.

I stopped to give myself a little bit of air and water. I had felt the pain in my lungs not too long after I had started running, but I hadn't realized how thirty and dry my throat was until I sat down on the curb. As the cool water ran down my throat, it felt like alcohol on a cut. I flinched, but after another sip, it began to soothe it. I looked around and found two oak trees, casting a small bit of shade. I decided I could lie down for a bit and rest.

As I slowly began to fall asleep, I started recalling the latest events in my life. It had started last night.

I had been hanging out with Beck, we had become pretty close friends, when he dropped me off at Uncle Sikowitz's house. As I was headed in, I heard voices taking. I figured it was Sikowitz's and his girlfriend, but I didn't want to eavesdrop so I tried to hurry up and get to my room. As I was struggling to get the door open, I realized that they were taking about me.

"Sik, baby, I simply don't think that it's right for you to be stuck raising a girl on your own."

"Honey, it's fine really. She's not that bad. She goes as she pleases and everything is cool."

"Well, if you say so. But I don't like the idea of you having to struggle to pay for her upkeep."

As soon as I had heard those few words exchanged, I wished I had never even been there. It hurt to realize that I wasn't wanted. It hadn't even crossed my mind that I might be a prickly bur under Sikowitz's pants.

As I walked through the hall to get to my room, I put a fake smile on my face and acted as if I had heard nothing. Once I got to my room, I began packing. I knew I couldn't stay there. I didn't want to cause a problem. I loved Uncle Sikowitz, and I wasn't willing to mess something up for him just for my own sake.

After I had packed everything, I waited till I knew that Sikowitz was asleep, packed some food and water, and took off. I didn't have any cash to pay for a ticket, so I ran. I ran, and I ran, and I ran some more. I probably could've walked, but I wanted to put as much distance between me and Hollywood Arts before sunrise. I had thought that the closer I got to home, the better I'd feel. That wasn't true though; the farther I went, the more I longed to see Sikowitz's and my friends faces.

So, as I drifted off to sleep, I replayed everything over and over  again in my head. Trying to soften the blow each time, until, I slipped off into a peaceful and much needed sleep.

I am so very sorry for not updating sooner. Not going to lie, I don't really think people even read this, but I am just going to be optimistic and say that people do. So, if anyone does read this, I am going to keep updating. I have just been really busy with volleyball and school going on. Plus, I've experienced a bit of a writer's block. I promise that I will try to do a better job though.