High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 1

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"It's a metaphor, you see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."

-John Green

I piled my hair into a highbun as the tears ran, each own making its own path on my cheeks until they dripped onto the carpet.

I didn't look back as I slammed the door and ran down the steps, running away from that retchet place; a place that i used to call home with pride; a place that's as identical to hell now.

I refused to look back as my name floated through air. I ran, ran, ran, ran until the name was soon falling on deaf ears.

I looked up. The sun was setting, and the sky a dark blue. I could only shiver as the night wind picked up, whipping any skin that was exposed.

I clenched my teeth, shivering harder then Frosty the Snowman.

Please god, help me this one goddamn time.

I'd taken a few steps forward, and looked up. I'd wanted nothing more to fall to the ground and kiss it. Maybe using profanity with God does the trick?

A white house was only a few yards in front of me. Someone was on the front porch, smoking a cigar. My favorite. I ran to my new safe haven, somehow ignoring the stinging pelts of rain that now fell.

I waved my arms wildly, trying to desperately get their attention.

"Hey! Hey!"

The person put down their cigar to turn to me. It was a boy, who looked older then me, twenty maybe? At this point, I didn't care, I only needed a place to stay.

I was breathless. Running had taking a toll on me. I looked at the boy. He was taller, hitting six feet. The cigar dangles from his mouth, threating to fall. He stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

I looked at him, hoping I looked as broken as I felt. "Can I uh, possibly stay here if possible? I'm a run-"

"No." He turned and walked back into the house. Before he closed the door, he looked at me.

"And don't try and ask again either." With that, he slammed the door.

Author's Note: The chapters will be rather short on here but detailed. I'm taking a different approach on some stories now.