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VII.

VII.

I stayed on my room for I don't know how long, crying.

I spent hours and hours crying.

Crying over a stupid family I ask for.

I just want to live normally.

I wouldn't be like this if they never treated me that way, but then they did. Other people's perspective on us would be, a "Perfect" family,

But you're wrong on a whole new level.

They're perfect only without me.

A worthless and pathetic child not worth of anyone's tears.

I sat upright on my bed, the duvet still sitting on my thighs. I leaned my thin back on the headboard, sighing heavily, breathing deeply.

I want to find a way to escape my life, because everything inside my head is just out of control. I am out of control.

I'm crazy.

I picked up Luke's flannel from my hamper, putting it above my sleeveless shirt. And I put on my boots after I put on my shorts.

It's getting darker now, and it makes me think that doing nothing right now is like showing them that I am weak.

I picked up my money and my phone, and stalked out of the window. I was on the tree when I realized that I forgot my car keys.

I grabbed them effortlessly from the window. I jumped down and went inside my car, driving to the nearest store.

I parked my car on their large parking lot and continued inside Target, Walking through the halls to find the thing i'm actally looking for.

Green, pink, blonde, black, brown, auburn, brunette, blue, lavender.

I took hold of a lavender hair dye.

I proceeded to the cashier and payed for my dye, and went back to my car.

I wasted a lot of minutes for finding that damn dye and now it's seven in the evening.

I drove past the city to find for somewhere to eat or drink, just to forget things.

I wish I could wake up with amnesia.

So I could forget everything that ever happened in my pathetic, miserable life.

I stopped by a small pub like structured bar, with a lot of teenage girls my age getting in. Curiosity killed my cat and I parked my car on the curb.

I closed my engine and l got out of my car, shutting the door behind me, and cleaning my shirt, or as we say, Luke's shirt.

I went inside and a few teenagers older or younger than me are gathered in front of a small stage , murmuring. Their voices are filled with excitement and happines.

And i'm jealous of them.

It's colder here in the pub than on the outside, and it just makes everything more uncomfortable.

I proceeded on the bar, where there are no people seated on the stools. I sat down and ordered a drink, more likely an alcoholic drink.

The girls started cheering as I know that someone will perform on the
small stage.

I drank the alcohol trapped on my hands, taking a sip every now and then.

The singer started to sing, and it felt melodious to hear, soft, and lingering. They're singing Let Your Hair Down by Magic!