The Runaways

Black and pink go together, right?

As a child, you've probably tried to run away. Hasn't everyone? But most likely you either: A- came back inside immediately or B- made it halfway down the street then came back inside, realizing you can't go it alone.

That was not the case for me.

January 12

I walk down the hallway, the giant portraits staring down on me. Creepy.

"Nicole Allison Iverson, come here this instant!" a woman's voice shouts, obviously infuriated with my poor excuse of a letter. I walk up to her head down, hands behind the back.

"Yes ma'am."

"What the fuck is this?" She hands me the letter I wrote, the words stinging my eyes.

"A letter" I smirk towards my sister

"Are you stupid?" she shouts. Idiot. You probably heard the word before.

" I don't know, you tell me Heather," I laugh

I walk away, ignoring what she yells. The hallway, long and boring, never seemed so upsetting until i saw the painting...Adalynn. Come on Nikki don't cry. She's gone, i saw it. i could do nothing. Nothing to help her. She sat and burned right in front of me.

I walk up the staircase; the darkness surrounds each step, when i evetully get to my room, I slowly open the door, listening to the creak of it. My bed, still one of a toddler's even though I'm 13. Whatever, I lay upon the bed and plug my phone in, then I wait til eventually my eyes fall shut and I drift off to slumber.

My dreams come as usual. First with my sister, reminding me im worthless, then my parents sitting on the couch, avoiding me whenever i am around, then finally, my favorite. Chrissi. she's gorgeus, her long, curly, pink hair braided back, her dark skin completely clear, except for the freckles that dot her face, and beautiful. God what i would give to kiss those full lips, tell her how beautiful she is everyday, look into her crystal blue eyes and see nothing but pureness.

In my dream she loves me, shes all mine and that evil woman she calls her mother would never be there to leave the bruises on her arms. She would let me kiss her, we would go everywhere together. Nothing would be wrong, but alas Im incorrect... as always.

I awake, the cold air brushed my milky complexation. The dark surrounded me like water when you jump into the 7-feet section as a small child. I get up and put on my dress fully black, down to my knees, up to my neck, right to my wrist. Of course it's freezing so i have leggings underneeth my dress. I comb my tar colored hair, knots every 3 seconds.

I grab my bag and head out the door. Many people I see I describe, A girl with long, red, crazy hair, her eyes green and freckles spatter her face much like Chrissi's. Another child with brown hair and caramel skin stares at me with curious, muddy brown eyes.

I see her, Chrissi. Her earbuds in, bouncing to the beat of her music. She wears jeans, baby blue and ripped up, a astonishing white, pink, and blue sweater, She has a necklace with a beautiful blue rose on it. I walk up to her and pull her aside.

"You hate your mom, right?" I ask. She looks around, checking if anyone is looking or listening.

"Why should I tell you?"

"I know how to get away," I whisper.

"Yeah, I do."

"pack everything you need for a lifetime and meet me at 'nous avons un bon café.'"

"What are we doing?"

"running away," I say cautiously. She waits for a moment.

"Okay," she blurts out.

"Good"

We walk away from each other. Now to pack. I rush home and pack clothes, my charger, a hairbrush and some toothpaste with a toothbrush. I walk down the cold street and see her at the café.

"Are you ready?" I ask. She nods. I grab her warm hand and we take off running into the forest.

Shit. We need food and in order to buy food we need money. The youngest they hire in my town is 15.

Who's gonna hire a 13 year old?