It was a cold, but not bitter night.
And all she could think of on the ride home was that she didn't want to go home. She'd rather stay over at her friend's house whose mom was driving me home. She didn't mean for her travels to cause trouble. She just wanted to go away, she just wanted to actually do something for the one day she wasn't busy during break. She just wanted to have fun. But if having fun meant consequences, well then fuck the people who are contemplating on giving her them.
Tonight made her realize what it would be like, going away, off to college. It actually made the colleges that she wanted to go to that are three hours away and in another state seem more of a home to her than the one she lived in her almost 18 years of life.
And tomorrow, and the rest of the break, she was going to die.
She wondered if she was going to die in pain, sorrow, unwanted, and unappreciation like she did the year before.
Who knows, because she barely did.
