My SVU: Episode 1

Away and Back Just Like That

2.

I took my backpack to my room. Mom was on the couch, minding her own business for once. I quickly threw on a sweatshirt and got some things together. After a few minutes I jumped out of my window with my toothbrush in my front pocket. The window was only a few feet from the ground, so it wasn't that bad. I left with just my packed backpack, a toothbrush and all my money.

My journey was boring. I walked 3 miles before I even stopped at a small market to get a snack. A strawberry fanta and cheese-itz; not the healthiest, but it was food. I walked another mile to Joshua's house. I'm not really close with him, but he's usually the one I sneak out with in the middle of the night. I guess you could say hes my friends friend. Once I got there, I used Josh to call Kristina. I hang out with Kristina a lot, because her mom is really cool. She takes me to get food and let's us cuss as much as we want. Kristina is also Joshua's friend. I told her to meet me on the way to Josh's apartment. If you take the shortcut, it only takes 3 minutes to get from Kristina's house to Josh's apartments. After a short while, Kristina and I met up, and we walked to the library, that was also only about a 5 minute walk away. We stayed at the library until she had to go to an event her mother was forcing her to be at. It's only 6 and the library closes at 9.

I stayed at the library for 3 more hours, until the library closed. I sat outside the library for the next hour. At this point my toes were freezing off and they hurt really bad, but I am free. I started to walk around, knowing that I couldn't sleep outside. Once I got to the main road I saw my moms car. I darted as fast as I could to the nearby bushes, making myself out of sight. She didn't see me. At this point I knew I had one option; Kristina's house. I knocked on the door, and was relieved when I saw Kristina at the door.

"Come in" she excitedly said. Kristina does whatever she wants and I'm usually the good one. Earlier today she told me this was my most savage moment. Kristina's mom is here, and surprisingly she's letting me sleepover without calling my mom, on a school night. I brushed my teeth and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up to Kristina shaking me. It had been 15 hours since I had freed myself. For the first time in a while, I woke up happy. I got ready with my friend. As the clock hit 7:10 Kristina and I excited the house and headed for the bus stop. As we were walking, a cop car pulled up beside up and Kristina told me and she took off. I stayed knowing it would do no good running. Plus I'm asthmatic. I followed the officers orders and stepped in the backseat of the police car. As the officer pulled away from the curb, I realized that this is my opportunity. I have to tell him what my mom does; maybe then I won't have to endure it any longer. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I know I have to leave out some thoughts. The really bad thoughts. I don't want people to think I'm crazy. I'm not crazy.

"Where are we going?" I quietly asked.

"First were going to your house, and then we will go to school."

"You won't leave me will you?"

"I Can take you to school if you want. Other than that, your on your own." He responded. I let silence fill the air for about a minute, as I gathered all the strength I had. It sounds so stupid that I can't even ask a question.

"Can you get my mom in trouble"

"She's not getting arrested if that's what you mean."

"Why not? There was a reason I walked so far and stayed missing for so long. She's not a nice person." I trailed off.

"That's a separate issue. Were here." He ignored me. My mother was standing at the door, holding it open as the police officer and I entered the house. I sat in the corner of the room silently as my mom pretended she was a victim. She acted like she was a good person because a cop was there. I sat and waited until the cop took me to school. My mom followed behind us in her blue mini van. When we got to school an administrator, a counselor and the school physiatrist were waiting in the office. That's where the police officer left me. Everyone including my mother were escorted to an empty conference room. We took our seat and as everyone talked I tried to not cry. I did not succeed. Most of the people in the room were silent, except for the school psychiatrist. Her name is Mrs.Mitchell; I had talked to her before. She made me look her in her eye, and she explained how I was a part of my mom. That she created me. That was probably the biggest reason I hated myself. I sat there for about ten minutes; I tried not to cry or respond, but that seemed impossible. Eventually I left with the counselor. I went into my 2nd period class: U.S. history with Mr.Brant, and more importantly, my best friend. My face was still stained with tears which prompted Mr.Brant to ask me if I was okay. I responded with yes, but that was a lie. I lie like that a lot. I made it through the next few periods, alive but in a bad mood. In 6th period Ms.Mitchel came to talk to me. She wanted to make sure I went home instead of leaving. I'm not gonna lie to her. I told her that I'm gonna do what I got to do.