Lost

Starting Again

I knew that starting again wouldn't be easy when you were paranoid all the time. Afraid of anyone that has the potential to hurt you isn't a good thing when you're on the run. All I knew was I couldn't live in the same state as my father. 

When I was eight, I saved all my money in the bank. For the toy rocket in the window at my favourite toy store that my mother took me too. When we went back to the store to buy it when I had saved up enough, they had run out of them. My mother had suggested to just keep saving my money. So that's what I did. When mum died I didn't want to spend any of it. So when I got a job at the age of 14, I just kept saving. Plus $50 a shift at the grocery store wasn't so bad. I was glad I didn't spend any of it, even though sometimes it was tempting. 

I caught a bus to Yonkers, Westchester County. There was an apartment that I wanted to check out. Sure the 4-hour bus trip was long, but I kept myself preoccupied with either sleeping, reading a book or listening to music. Every hour that slipped by it was one step closer to freedom and starting again. When the bus finally pulled up and I got off, I couldn't help but smile. 

My dark days were over. 

I had finally stepped into the light. 

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