Runaway ||e.d||

Chapter 1

It's been one week in Australia... alone...
I'm Macy, I'm 17 years old and I'm broken.
I have moved to Australia to escape my past in NewYork, my unforgettable past that has scarred me forever.
I live here alone in a city called Brisbane, in a small apartment since I have hardly any money. I saved up money before I came here so I still have a bit but as soon at I got here I put job resumes everywhere so I had a job to live off for the moment. It didn't take long until I got a job at a nice cafe not far from where I live so I can walk there easy.
Like I said, I'm here alone, but I do have a old "friend" who moved here a few years ago but we rarely talk but she said we should catch up but I doubt that will happen.
My first shift at Beau's (the cafe I'm working at) is today.
I have major trust issues due to my past, so I doubt I will be making much friends. I'll just do my job and go.

10:00am

My shift starts at 12:00pm and finishes at 7:00pm, so I have plenty of time to relax and get ready before then.
I barely bother going on my phone since I have no one who would text me... I have no one at all. Even if I get a text it will probably be hate or threats from people back in NewYork.
I get out of bed and have a shower then brush my teeth and hair.
When I'm done I still have a hour and a half until work so I just change into a oversized T-shirt and comfy shorts, then when I need to go I'll get dressed in the uniform.
I sit on the couch in front of the small TV and find something to watch.
My apartment is very empty since I moved here with barely anything, and that reminds me I need to go shopping for food and some things for around the apartment.

11:30am

I ended up watching Rick and Morty. The time flied past and I need to get ready for work.
It's only a 10min walk but I'll leave in 20 just incase.
I got dressed into simple black jeans and black tee which was recommended by work but I also make sure I have a cardigan on to cover my arms.
There really chill by what I've seen and heard. I do only light makeup just so I don't look dead.
Once I'm done I head out the door and walk to work.

*skip to after work*
7:10pm

I've finished work and I'm close to home. I was going to go to the shops and buy a few things but I just don't have the energy after work, so I just got something to takeaway there.
It wasn't too bad, everyone is very nice but I didn't talk to them much.
I'm too numb to feel anything for anyone.
Once I got home I went straight to the shower after I had eaten the chicken salad I took from work.
I changed into a oversized hoodie and comfy shorts.
I went over to the small table next to my bed, opened the draw and got out my notebook that I like the write and draw in sometimes.
I went out to the small balcony I had and sat in the chair with the notebook on my lap.
I lean back and look up at the sky, searching for the moon. The moon I guess you could say is one of the only things keeping me barely together.
It's like the sun knows all I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.
It gives me a somewhat comfort my worst times. After admiring the night sky, I decided why not actually write in the diary today.
I wrote just a short update on how I'm doing I guess. Yes, I have escaped my past physically but I'm yet to believe I will mentally find peace.
Being alone you have no distractions, your left with just you and your thoughts... which can be the most dangerous.
After sitting there, picking apart each feature of the sky I check the time and it's midnight. Holy shit time flew, what felt like minutes, turned out to be hours. I stood up and walked back to my bedroom, put my notebook away, brushed my teeth and laid in bed.
I stare at the blank roof, trying to fight the thoughts roaming my mind which haunted me.
This is how most of my nights go. My emptiness keeping me awake, leaving me and my thoughts.
Only having the lamp next to my bed as a light, I look down. Pull my sleeves up to check on my arms... covered in cut scars, bruises and burns.
Each giving me a memory of its own...

Next day
9:30am

Today I don't have work so I thought it would be best to go shopping for some food and some things for around the house since I have neither.
As I lay in bed after another sleepless night I look out the window beside my bed and take in the scenery.
Then thought I may as well have a shower and get ready.

10:00am

I decided on waring a blue baggy cropped long sleeve shirt and black leggings. I grabbed my bag and left.
I haven't done much exploring yet but at the state I'm in, I have no need.
Me, a broken teen that has no one, miserably walking around surrounded by judgement.

*skip to at the shops*
I decided to go to the grocery shop first so then I'll take it back to the house and go back out to look for things for the house.

I hold the basket as I walk the isles searching for much needed food. Although I won't be getting much since money doesn't fuckin grow on trees and I don't seem eat a lot I guess you could say. Also I'm just one person and I have to carry the bags.
I ended up getting very little but just enough for basic meals and snacks. Only 2 bags I need to carry thank god.

*skip to home*

I unpacked the bags and now time to head out again ugh...