It all started the first day at school, after summer break I was nervous, scared and excited at the same time.I went to class everything was normal I saw all of my friends, and when we said goodbye I didn't know that it was the last goodbye. On my way home from school I was thinking bout how lucky I was, and how happy I was, but everything changed the second I walked into my house,I was just standing there listening to my parents fight, they we're augmenting about me. My dad kept saying "she needs to move out we don't have enough money ". But my mom knew it was to soon I was only 14 years old. I realised they were about to get divorced and I didn't want to be the reason, so I packed my bag with clothes, food and some money I had, and then I ran away from home, I took the first buss away and ended up in Philadelphia. I have a friend in Philly so I stayed a few nights there, on her couch
, it was so uncomfortable but it was better, much better than home. every day every single minute I were there, I could only think about how happy my dad must be, because, I was gone and I don't think he had plans or want me to come back, I was unwelcome in my own house. I wanted to do something, so I spend a lot of my time on the streets, and I maked some friends some really good friends. They helped me with everything, but when I was with them I started to think about my friends back in new Jersey and I missed them so so much, but I couldn't go back to my dad. So whenever I thought about them did I keep repeating "he is crazy he is crazy if I come back he is going to kill me he is going to kill me". When I said it I front of people they said something like " is it your EX" or "is he really your dad" and my more tough friends said something like "HE IS A DEAD MAN" or "IF HE EVER TOUCH YOU HE IS GONNA REGRET IT".When they talk like that you feel you're being threatened and supported at the same time. Like they understand you but they want to kill you or your
family. I remember my first night on my own I found this cement building without walls, I can still feel it, my skin against the cold cement. For the first time I were alone, lonely there was no one to take care of me. I was on my own in this big world. I was free but i was lockt up because of my past, I could not just forget everything and everyone I cared about. That would be unfair for everyone. I need those memories. every single bone in my body missed my friends so much, but if I came home. every day of my life would be destroyed by my dad. So I tried to think about a way that I can start a life on my own or with somebody. I don't know why but that night on the ground I start to think about love what is love, is it when you kiss someone for the first time, is love at first sight real love...
