Story of My Life

Shibuya Crossing

It was evening when we stepped out. I didn’t go on many rides, my parents did. I spent my time reading Wuthering Heights and texting my friends.

It was colder than I had expected it to be. Mom wanted to go to Shibuya for some reason I didn’t know. I followed them. We took another cab and started for Shibuya. I’ve heard of it. People say it is the busiest intersection in the world. Be it.

We reached and got off the taxi. This time, me first. We were walking and my parents talked over how they disliked the city and the crowd. I mean, I loved it. It was disgraceful to my ears hearing them say that. It was one of the cities I liked the most. I was pretty excited in the beginning when I realized I was coming here but then the people coming with me mattered a lot. They could change the city of my dreams into a nightmare. They had the capability of doing that. And they had started too.

Brushing away these thoughts from my mind, I started to think what would living without parents be like. For once, this thought of running away from them crossed my mind before the lights turned red and the people started walking in different directions pushing me until I fell on the ground. The intersection had started. Oh my god! It was huge. A lot of people, like the lot you see in a gig. Someone was kind enough to help me up and continue walking without a thank you. I was just standing there and watching the people. Suddenly, I realized that I wasn’t with my parents anymore. I had lost them.

I searched for them after the intersection was over. There they were, sitting on the pavement, so jolly kissing each other. They didn’t even care to look for me. All of a sudden, my mom pulled away from dad and started calling my name.

“Alyssa, Alyssa, darling. Darling, where are you?”

I hid behind a post before she could spot me.

“Oh, Darren. Did we lose her? Darren, call her right away. Poor Alyssa got swept way with the crowd.”

My dad pulled out his phone from his pocket and started dialing. As soon as I realized that they would be able to hear my phone ring, I switched my mobile phone off. And then, I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know what urged me to start running. I threw away my Sim Card once I reached another post and hid behind a car. I started crying. I sat there for five minutes before I could hear my mother screaming and crying out my name.

I didn’t think about anything else. I just ran, ran away from everything I had and never looked back.