My Will To Live

Chapter 9-Escape Fail

Let's just say, the escape didn't work out as planned.

Honestly, I should've known the second I was having my little break down that it wouldn't work out.

Oh, don't you dare tell me that I didn't try hard enough. I did, I 113% did. The moment it sunk in that I wasn't supposed to be crying but running, I flipped up on my feet and sprinted like my life depended on it. In all my life I never would have expected to run so fast.

I forgot that I might just have some problems with running since, you know, I was admitted into a hospital and had just got out and all.

So anyway, there I was running like the wind, feet sloshing through muddy puddles(evidently, it had just rained) racing through the streets, and loving the feeling of wind in my hair. I was free! I wanted to stop, I really did. My lungs were practically gasping for air and my heart was slamming against my rib cage, and I really did think it would jump out of my chest. But I couldn't stop, so I ran and ran and ran.

When I finally did stop, I thought I would pass out. The world was swimming in front of my eyes, and the harsh lights hurt my head. So I stopped running and walked slowly behind an alleyway sandwiched in between two buildings. I put my hands on my knees and told myself I needed to breathe properly. In and out, in and out, I told myself.

Where should I go? Stupidly, I had left this out of my oh so important planning. I was closest to Nashville, I think. I remembered that the bar I passed out at was near there. I knew the school I attended was called Nashville High, but for the weirdest reasons, it seemed to be situated outside of Nashville rather than in it.

As I was figuring out other plans, I felt bile rise up in my throat. I suddenly felt nauseous, as if someone had stuck two fingers down my throat while pulling on a tie too tightly. I edged towards the drain, and before I knew it, I was throwing up.

It made me tired, throwing up. Tired and realizing that I had basically thrown up all my breakfast. I needed to get something to eat. So I dug around my pockets and managed to find some change. Then I set off to the convenience store, trying not to look suspicious.

Well, so much for not looking suspicious.

Apparently my neighbor decided it would be a good idea to go to the store today as well. She recognized me, and she used such a sweet voice that I truly believed to be genuine, and so I followed her, and she led me outside...

To my parents.

I nearly had a heart attack right then and there. My parents. My parents. My parents. That was all that was going on in my head as they said thank you to my neighbor, all in a sugary sweet voice, then grabbing my hand and basically pulling me down the street. All the while they kept on this act, like we were a perfectly normal family enjoying a perfectly normal day crossing a perfectly normal street. And this perfectly normal charade lasted, until I was close to believing it myself. Then we got to the car. I was immediately yanked inside.

Which is why, right now, I'm seated in the car waiting for one of my parents to speak and condemn me to whatever punishment they think I deserve.

Finally, my dad speaks.

"What did you think you were doing back there, young lady? If you thought you could escape, well then you're very very wrong. Lucky we had Edingsburgh to help us, or we would have lost you." The words he used makes him sound like a caring parent, but it's obvious from his tone that he implied something else.

"What were you thinking, that you could get away? I'm afraid not. You, my dear, have been a bad bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls? They get punished." He practically snarls this part at me. My mom is silent. It seems that she has chosen him to do the talking.

In my mind, I could say so many things to him. But right now I was fuming at myself, for my unpreparedness, for my stupidness, for my carelessness. I was so angry with myself. I could have gotten away. I could have taken a bus, a taxi, whatever, and left for Nashville. I could have gone to social services there or something, got someone to help me, I could have-

Well, you could have died. A voice in my head tells me.

So? What difference would it make? Living with those two was a living hell in itself. I would rather die. I knew they wouldn't care that I had just left a hospital. In fact, that would make it even better! I would be too weak to run or resist, it would make their punishment ten times easier.

"We will make sure you are punished accordingly, Margie. Very well punished, so this won't happen again. Am I clear?" My mom said, finally speaking up.

I merely nodded my head.

"Answer me! Am I clear?" She repeats.

"Yes mother." I reply.

"Very well. Before we punish you, we have an offer to make. Listen carefully Margie. If you make the right choice, your punishment would be less severe or maybe even none at all. Make the wrong one, and we will punish you greatly. Now, your father and I both know that you listen to that... Taylor Swift person. Well, we think she's a bad influence. If you give up all your Taylor Swift stuff and stop listening to her, we promise to at least make your punishment less severe. But, if you don't well... You know the consequences." She finished.

"I expect your decision when we arrive home." She added after a short pause.

I weighed my options. What was to say that they would even stick to their promises? After all, they never did. My mom and my dad, once my most trustworthy friends, certainly were not trustworthy anymore.

And they were my own parents.

Why couldn't this end? And how in the world did this become a stand off between Taylor Swift and my parents? A long time ago, I would have chosen my parents in a heartbeat. Now? I wasn't so sure. Besides, my heart was tugging me in a particular direction. The pull was so strong, I felt inclined to make that decision, and decided on it.

"Well? What would the decision be, Margie?"

"I..."

C'mon Margie, be fearless, be fearless.

"I won't give up Taylor Swift. I rather be punished." I stated, with a little air of confidence. I must say, it felt good to defy them after so long.

But my triumph didn't last, because after the shock registered on their faces, came two very evil smiles...

Uh-oh.

So, an update! What do you think will happen to Margie now? Do you think she made the right decision? Next update on Friday! Until then, see you guys around!

Megan xxx