"𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕨, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖." ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕. "𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕚𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖."
Sadie Sink is a girl with an unfortunate live and abusive mother. One day, she's had enough, she decides to ru...
*WARNING!* Sensitive topic! Verbal Abuse, and Physical Abuse.
Sadie's POV: Sometimes, the world feels black and white. My mother was abusive. Mostly verbally but when she had a bad day sometimes physically. My mom had me when she was 15, she blames herself but takes her anger out on me. She swore she still loved me. I didn't believe that bullshit. She knew I didn't believe her. We were practically broke. My dad didn't give enough of a shit to even look at my mom after she announced she was pregnant, he wasn't help. Or as my mom says: "You didn't want to meet him, he wasn't shit." She'd say. I knew a part of her blames me for ruining her life. I didn't ask to ruin her life. I didn't even ask to be alive. Anyways, we were broke. My mom had a stable job but she wasted all her money on alcohol and smokes. The house smelled like smoke. It always did. We lived in a shitty one-story house. Her room was right beside mine, she rarely slept in her room. She often passed out on our couch after she got drunk. I knew she smoked weed every once in a while. In her car. I could tell since I was used to the smell of weed. I didn't smoke it. Mostly because I didn't want to be anything like my mother or end up like her. Kids in my school smoked it in the bathrooms, behind the school, under the bleachers. Some teachers did it school. My public school was actually shit. Basically just cement blocks and thirty dollar furniture. There was a thing every student in our school could relate to: "Shit school, shittier home." Nobody came from a good background at my school. I didn't have friends. Mostly because the students kept to themselves. I wanted to run away. I didn't like my home, and I never did. I had graduated last year. I was still 17 though. My mom wanted me to go to medical school and she says it's too "support her in the future." We both knew what that really meant. It meant to pay off her debt and retirement. My shift working at Value Village had just ended. It didn't pay much, but it was enough for me to get a bus ticket and a motel room when I would run away. Then, I could get a job, wherever I was heading, and live there until I was satisfied with my life. I was planning on leaving around three a.m. My mom was usually fully asleep by that time. My mom wouldn't be home for another, three hours. I grabbed a small suitcase from under my bed. I unzip it. I open my closet. "I'm gonna be there for a while, well, wherever it is I'm going." I mumble towards myself. "I should make a checklist." I said. I grab a small notepad. I take a small pen. My writing is messy, but I was used to it. "I need clothes, obviously, but what type?" I wonder. I think for a while, and then I write down: "Suitcase: -Shorts (5) (cause of summer) -Shirts (10) -Jeans (4) -Leggings (3) -Hats (2) -Accessories (not too many but if there's room left over take as many as you can) -Charger -Headphones -Money Jar ($789.62) -Hair Stuff -Socks -Shoes (sandals, sneakers, and boots) Backpack: -Water bottles (8) -Snacks -Small crappy camera -Old First Aid Kit -toothbrush -jacket" I somehow managed to fit all those things into my small bag and suitcase. I was organizing everything and I hear my front door open. I jump out of shock. I panic for a moment but I grabbed my suit and bag. I hid my backpack in my closet and suitcase under my bed. I let out a big sigh. "Hey, mom." I say blankly. My mother groans. "Did you cook dinner?" She asked. "You didn't tell me to co—" "Yes, I did, it's your responsibility you do this almost all the time." My mother interrupted. "Useless piece of shit." She muttered. "Sorry, mom, we don't even have groceries." I said. "You were supposed to get the groceries." She yelled. "I'm sorry, you didn't tell me I had—" "Fuck off you useless piece of shit and go be useful." She interrupted once again. "Sorry." I nod. "You're a useless piece of shit." My mother screamed. "You won't go to medical school, you can't cook, you're not responsible." She rants. "You're not good at anything." "I know." I said. "You're the dumbass, I'm the parent." My mother says. She stares at me. "Repeat," she says with a long pause, "the sentence." "I'm the dumb ass, you're the parent." I said as I looked down. I walk back to my room and hold my tears back. "Only a couple more hours." I whisper to myself.
~Time Skip~
Time had finally come. I was ready to leave. For once I felt somewhat free. It was raining a lot outside. I grab my small umbrella from my closet. My mom was passed out on our couch so I couldn't go out the front door. We had a backyard with a fence so if I wanted to leave through the back I'd have to climb it. I open my window. It's windy too but I'm wearing my hoodie. I put my hood over my head and step outside my window. The grass is wet and gets my shoes a bit wet. I have to somehow manage to go through our fence but I can't simply just open the fence door. It is extremely loud and old, it would've woken my mom up for sure. My fence door looked like this:
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Without opening the fence, I place my foot on the tilted wood piece and my foot on the one on the top of it. I jump over the fence with my bags. With my umbrella in between my armpit and fore-shoulder. I walk a little bit past my house. Once I'm a couple houses away, I start running towards the bus stop, which was leaving in a couple of hours.
