The kids in the Dark

Chapter 6- the same day

When I got home that day, I pretended to be fine. I grabbed two duffel bags from the upstairs closet and headed to my room. Into the duffel bags went everything I would need. I packed all the clothing that would fit, leaving the dresses in the closet. I stuffed in my phone and the charger along with soap and toothpaste   I gently pressed in the tiny music box my dad gave me before he died, the one thing I wouldn't dare leave behind.
I looked up at the clock. "8:54" it read. I set my duffel bags near the window. I ran downstairs and saw my mom reading a book by the kitchen. I walked up to her and hugged her tighter than I ever had before. I didn't have much time to spare, but I had to make it count. This will likely be the last time I see her.
For a split second, I wanted to stay. I wanted to call Sarion and wish him and Micah the best of luck, unpack my bags, and lay down. I couldn't. I could never live that life.
"I love you mom...I love you so much" I mumbled into my mom's shoulder. She pulled away from me.
"What's wrong?" She asked me, concerned.
I hesitated for a moment. I wanted to tell her, but again, I couldn't.
"Nothing. Just needed to say it."
I ran up the stairs and pulled on a hoodie, glancing at the clock again. "8:58"
I pulled my duffel bags onto my arms and opened the window, my heart pounding. Micah will be here any moment. This is it. I hoist open the window and take one last look at my room. I tell myself I have no choice.
As I stare at the clock, the numbers finally change to 9 o'clock. I hear the faint sound of an old car approaching, and I know it is too late to back out.
Micah pulls up to my house in a 2089 Ford with Sarion in the backseat. He pulls out a gear-loaded ladder and begins cranking the small handle at the base, extending it up to my window.
The moment it reaches me, I climb on, tossing my bags into the seat next to Sarion and scrambling down.
Micah turns around to me "You in?" She asks as I land in a seat. I nod at her and Sarion begins retracting the ladder. Micah starts the car again and we head off to lord knows where.
As we speed away from my home, I look back. My mom is hanging out of my window, screaming for me and sobbing. She must've heard the car, or maybe she just knew everything was not okay. For a moment, I want to ask Micah to let me out. I want to change my mind. But it is far too late and by the time I finish my thought, my house is a slowly fading blip of light in the distance.