The Runaway Soul

Gone for good

No...No! NO! NO! NO!

I don't understand why they're fighting. She says she had a bad day; he says he had a tiring one. I'm sure they both had a stressful day but somehow their argument turned into a competition on who's was harder. I didn't like the yelling. Yelling turned me into that scared eight-year old that I used to be.

When I was eight, my parents got divorced and there was so much hate on both sides of the family. Of course I was the one in the middle of it all. If it wasn't for me, my parents probably would've been able to break up and be over it in a year or less...but of course they had to fight over me in court.

I've been living with my mom and her boyfriend and I only see my dad on the weekends. Recently, my dad threatened to go to court again so I'd have more time with him and that kind of brings us to present day, and the stress is getting to the family again. There's resentment and hate and lies spewed everywhere.

I'm just an eight year old spirit in a fifteen year old girls body...

I got up from under my covers, half fell/tripped out of bed, and crawled to my keyboard on the other side of my dark room. It was small and cold in there and my cheeks were wet from my thoughts. I made it to my destination and put on the headphones to muffle out the yelling coming from the living room that was very audible to my ears. I sniffled and sluggisly turned the keyboard on and tried to play in the dark.

I couldn't think of anything to play but sad, depressing songs. (Ie sadness and sorrow from naruto XP). My finger slipped from lack of light right at the climax of the song and just then I heard a wail coming from the room next to mine.

I guess that meant that my mom and her boyfriend's argument was over. Ah, but it was never really over. They would just use this argument as fuel for the next.

I turned my keyboard off and put the headphones down, getting ready to comfort my mom. But something stopped me. What if I was gone? Just...gone. If I was gone, my mom would be happy because she wouldn't have to deal with my dad and vice versa.

Deciding to act upon this thought, I opened my window. The bitter fall wind nipped at my face through the screen. That screen was the only thing separating me and a free world. I pushed on it and hysterically giggled at how easy it would be to release my parents of their burden.

The screen fell away. After that, I didn't look back. I climbed out of my window (we have a one-story house) and my feet hit the wet grass that awaited me. I smiled, aware at what I was doing.

It was cold outside, but I didn't mind. Cold and dark- just like the room I've hidden in and now account for shelter- my room. Cold, dark and...foggy?

I looked up only to realize I couldn't see twenty feet in front of me. I  stepped out into the street and walked far enough so that I couldn't see my house anymore. I tried walking back, just to see how well I could navigate in the dense fog but no matter how far I walked, no matter how many steps I took, I couldn't find anything in the fog.

I panicked and started running. I ran for what seemed like a million years, stuck running in one direction-in a paradox. Until there came a dark shadow that emerged from the fog. I tripped over nothing and landed flat. The shadow crept closer. In the distance, I hear a sharp metallic noise and I was suddenly sinking in a clear substance. I kept hearing and seeing strange horrible things, and yet that damned shadow came closer.

Just as my mind was slipping into unconsciousness, it reached me.