runaways

{2}

[Jason]

All day every day people are chasing me.

No, not because I'm popular. Or at least not because i'm genuinely popular. It's because i'm the one with the drugs that all of these shallow-minded teenagers so desperately need to keep themselves alive. Or at least feeling alive, I think a lot of them metaphorically died a long, long time ago.

I will admit. Selling drugs does have its perks on occasions. Like getting the attention from hot people. (they would probably do anything I asked of them if I promised they'd get drugs as a reward. I, of course never actually ask them to do anything besides pay me because unlike many others i'm not a terrible person.) I also get invited to parties where there's free food and alcohol, so I can drink and eat to my heart's content.

It's not like I have a bad home life or anything. Quite the opposite actually, my parents both love me, they cook me meals, they drive me to places, let me go out with my friends when I want to. They support me, they love me unconditionally, they even offered to help me 'adjust' when I came out as bisexual to them. I declined and never really asked what they meant when they said adjust. They never said anything homophobic to me though, so I took it as a good sign. They probably just wanted to send me to some gay pride camp so I could wave around a little flag and be proud of who I was along with other people like me.

Or maybe they hated that I was bi and they wanted to send me to a conversion camp or something, the world may never know.

Anyways, I think I stayed from the original topic a bit. My point was that despite what literally all of my classmates chose to believe, my parents really do love me, and home issues is not why I'm a drug dealer.

Nope, I'm just a spoiled prick that really enjoys having a little extra cash on the side- just in case.

Plus, I like to rebel. What can I say? I'm one of those people.

One of those people who enjoy doing the exact thing people tell them not to do.

One of those people who will literally break any rule just for the hell of it.

One of those people who will never ever back down from a dare, no matter how bizarre.

(One time I went outside stark naked in the middle of the day and had a full on conversation with my neighbor through her window about sheep. She didn't even notice I wasn't wearing clothes until after I turned around and started walking back to my own house. Sorry, Ms. Gutierrez.)

One of those people who can't sit still, whose buzzing with energy constantly, whose ADHD is uncontrollable and can never pay attention and who is just so wild that at this point most of their teachers and both of their parents have just given up on them.

Wow, that got deep for a moment there. Sorry, I never really could stay on task.

For someone who would always go off topic and ramble for hours about a million different things I did always pride myself on two big things.

My ability to formulate plans with hardly any loopholes in them, and my ability to follow through with those plans no matter how wild they might be.

And tonight I'm following one of my plans.

I've wanted to run away for a while. Find a place with nice views. With a nice neighborhood and just live there. It's not like I'm in a bad neighborhood right now either. I just want to switch it up a little bit. Living in the middle of suburbia is killing my brain cells day by day. I need a city where everything is fast paced and there's people all over and flashing lights and something to always do. Or I need a rural area where I can live on a farm and do nothing but toss bales of hay into wagons and go on runs and take care of animals all day.

Anything would be better than this. Anything would be better than the little townhouse that my mom, dad and I live in. Anything would be better than bursting at the seams because there's nothing better to do at 11 pm on a Saturday than sit at home and watch some movies with a bowl of popcorn. I can't sit. I can't even still for one moment otherwise I'm afraid I might go mad or something.

I guess that's why a part of me has always been rebellious. I've always been seeking adventure. I've always been just waiting for my time to go out there and explore the world.

Now is my time.

My parents were away on a little day trip, and they probably wouldn't be home until late tonight. I had my one bag packed and I had all of my drug money stuffed into my wallet which I could feel pressing into my leg along with my phone and my car keys.

I had all that I needed. Sure, it wasn't a lot but it was just necessities. Extra stuff would just weigh me down.

I was done being weighed down.

I scribbled a note to my parents that I left on my own free will, to find excitement. Because I was unhappy here in this little town.

I hoped they understood. Besides, I would come back for holidays and small visits. Or maybe they could come visit me in whatever exotic place I ended up.

Either way I would see them again. This wasn't goodbye forever.

My eyes drifted to the medicine cabinet and I let a sigh escape through my lips. My ADHD medication. I needed that. I would have to stop it eventually but for right now I couldn't just stop cold turkey, I had to work my way down from it, so it was better to take it with me. Just in case. Plus I could sell it once I didn't need it anymore, for some extra cash you know?

I snatched up the pill bottle and grabbed my bag, swinging open the front door.

With a loud hum I dropped my bag into the backseat of my car and I plugged in my aux cord, playing Nirvana from the speakers in my car.

I backed out of my driveway and barreled down the small road in front of me.

After only 10 minutes I could claim that I had never felt so free in my life.

Thank god for drug money, I can finally be myself.