I finished my coffee and Weston drove me home he asked if I wanted him to stay but i refused because he needed to work on his paper for english. I decided to go through my bedroom window on the side of the house just incase my brothers were home. Lucky for me they were all gone to wherever they go all day. There is something about my brothers that have changed they are never home unless they are going to bed. I guess that is good for me.
When i finally got my short body through the window i sighed with relief as i plopped onto my bed. I looked around for a moment noticing nothing had changed they hadnt ransacked my room like hungry animals. I found my digital camera, my sketch pad, and my favorite shading pencil with my block eraser. I changed into my black ripped skinny jeans, grey t-shirt, and my cute french hat. I threw on my combat boots and my favorite light jacket with my over the shoulder bag and stuffed my art materials into it and a blanket. Putting the camera around my neck i thudded down the stairs cautiously as if one of my three brothers were going to jump out and attack. When i got to the door i still was not relieved. Knowing they werent home but could pull in at any moment gave a nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I finally reached the corner of the street past the coffee shop. I walk about 2 miles everyday just to get to my favorite forest and then back home. I did not feel relieved until i reached the edge of the forest. I sighed in relief.
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Alone
RomanceThe blood dripped onto the floor infront of me. Dripping so much from my arms, legs, and face i was starting to become dizzy. It pooled around me as I could feel myself becoming cold.
