Chapter 4: run away

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It's about midnight and I'm the only one awake. I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror disgusted by what I see.

I see a girl who use to know what happy was who use to know how to smile but is now torn and sad and stomach and wrist bloody. I wash away the blood and wash my red bloodshot eyes. I mutter to myself "I need to escape this life.". Then it hits me why don't I run away I grab my MCR backpack and start packing.

I pack some food, about $250, my band T-shirts and some skinny jeans. I put on some black skinnys and tighten them with an falling in reverse(FIR) belt then through on a black veil brides(BVB) sweat shirt. I grab Carter's leash and him throw my guitar(in its case with my notebooks) and out the door I go.

It's dark and I have no idea where I'm going I don't want to stop at some motel. Well the MCR concert is in *checks my phone it's 1am* in about 9 hours so I better start walking to the arena. By 3am I'm about 1 mile away from the arena so I decide to nap at a bus station.

~Authors Note~
Carter is my real dog and is in that picture(:

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