Let's go Together

Jaspers' Proposal

***PLEASE NOTE THIS IS IN JASPERS POINT OF VIEW AND THE ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS. THANK YOU FOR READING***

I was sitting in the waiting room with Samara, waiting for the news of my dads' surgery. He was getting lung surgery, a transplant. My mother was sitting impatiently for the results.

Samara sat a couple seats away, knocked out. It had taken 12 hours to do this. It will take another 5 hours for him to be ready to see us again.

Let's just say that we never saw him again.

***PRESENT DAY***

I came home from spending the night at Sams' house for a couple nights. My mother was working, but not Tras, my soon-to-be stepfather. He seemed to never work, but he had ALOT of money. He was either high, or drunk, or sometimes both. I came in slowly and quietly.

I heard a loud thump, then glass crash. I froze in my steps. I had once calculated how many steps it took to get to my room; but I knew I wouldn't be taking them, right then.

"Get in here, boy," said Tras.

Dang it. I walked to the kitchen. Tras was leaning against the counter, with a half empty wine bottle in his hand.

"What do you need, Tras."

"I need you to come closer."

I started backing away, but Tras threw the bottle in his hand, before slipping on the glass on the floor. The bottle hit my stomach, and I held my stomach, knowing it was bleeding. That was the last straw.

I ran to my room and got a duffle bag from my closet. I packed a first aid kit, clothes, and my trust fund I got on my birthday. It was $2000. I knew it wasn't alot, but it was enough. I also packed the kit of food, water, gas money I had put away for this moment, and blankets. I pulled my phone charger from the wall, and a journal in my dresser. I went to the bathroom to inspect my cut. It wasn't to bad, meaning, no stitches. I wiped the cut with a disinfectant wipe, and hoped it wouldn't bleed to much.

I wrote a note for my mom, saying I loved her and she would see me again. After that, I texted Samara to meet me at the Diner at 5:30 that night. She asked why, I just told her it was important.

***THE DINER***

I sat in our booth, tapping my foot. I saw Sammy, waved, and stood up. She hugged me, I flinched at the pain in my stomach. I think she didn't notice. As we sat, I stared at her. She was beautiful (Yes, I do have a crush on Samara, but she obviously didn't like me back).

"What's wrong, Jas?" She asked

I hadn't realized I had been staring for so long, eyes wide open. I did this when I was nervous.

"Um, Sam...," I looked down at my hands on the table. " I'm running away."

***AUTHORS NOTE***

Hey! Hoped you liked this, it was fun having to do this in Jaspers' view, I will def. do this more often. Thanks for reading :)

-Olivia