Teenage Runaway

Chapter 7

Alexandra lied on the couch and changed the channel about fifty times. I noticed she's really indecisive.

"Why don't you just pick something?" I asked.

"Fine, I'll put on Teen Wolf." Her smile spread across her face as if she was trying to annoy me. I'm not a big fan of shows on MTV in general, but I didn't mind that she turned to it.

"When should we go get your sister?" I sit on the couch next to her and wait for an answer.

"Well, when I called my sister she said they are leaving tomorrow, so maybe we can go pick her up then?"

"Where does she live?"

"Not far, I swear." She looks back at the TV and watches it silently. I can't help but look at her instead.

"Okay." Was all I was able to reply with. Throughout the day I tried to get her to do something. I tried to get her off the couch, but she kept on making these sorry excuses. She wouldn't tell me what her problem was so I just figured she was tired. When she watch Teen Wolf sometimes she would cry. It's been a really long time since I've seen other people cry. Usually I'm not around others. I am always in my room or something. Whenever I do see girls cry it's at our concerts, but those are out of happiness.

I looked at Alexandra, and I felt sad because someone just died in the show and she is hysterically crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She nodded her head without saying anything and wiped her eyes and acted like she didn't just cry.

"Do you need anything?"

She shook her head and then went outside to sit on the back porch. I followed her outside to sit next to her.

"Are you okay? It's alright if you're not."

"Yeah I'm fine, it's just that episode always gets to me." She took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her pocket and lit one.

"You smoke?"

"Sadly. I never wanted to." She looked at me and smiled.

"So why did you?"

"I'm not sure."

I can't read her. She smokes but she doesn't know why. She cries but she says she's fine. She runs away but she's on her way back. She is a closed book that's locked with a fucking lost key.

"So why didn't you want to?"

"My mom smoked. I didn't want to be anything like her, but it looks like I'm on my way." I took the cigaret from her hand and put it out on a rock. "What the fuck?" She loudly exclaimed. "Don't do that these are expensive."

"I don't care. You won't end up like your mom and quitting is the first step to it."

She didn't reply again. All she did was sit there and stare at the trees and birds.

"It's not fair you know?"

"What isn't?" I ask.

"How parents treat you like shit. Then expect to be respected." And she was right, it isn't fair. When I was a kid I knew that my mum was always strict. She wouldn't let me stay out late, I'd have to sneak out if I wanted to do anything. But my mum was a good person. She was kind, she just didn't give me any freedom.

"It must be nice not having your parents around all the time." She said.

"It it, but you end up missing them after a while." I put my hand on hers for comfort.