I've been saying "I've got to get out of here" for a year or two now, but I've never actually got out. Instead, I stayed. I was never ready. It could've been because I was sick, I didn't have enough money, I thought I should finish school first, or even because I didn't think my mom was ready. I'm not ready now, but I know I have to go. My mom is slowly becoming physically abusive and I'm not mentally okay. I can't take another insult from her. Another guilt trip. Another attempt to try to make me feel worthless, which always seemed to work. I need to leave, and I'm about to. It's 1 am right now and I need to leave by 1:30 am to be able to get to the park on time. I need to change and pack a few more things that I wasn't able to pack until now. There's some food and water in my bag, a weapon, money, a second bag for when I go to school in September (one of those string bags), my phone, a charger if I somehow find an outlet, clothes, a few feminine products, and a blanket. There's a lot, but it's a bigger bag so it all fits.
My mom is gone. She just came for dinner. I heard her leave a few hours ago. She left a note on the table though.
"Riley, I love you, but I have to go. I probably won't be back for a while. Maybe a year or two. I sent an audition to a show that's in Arizona. They said it might take a year to dim if we're lucky, they're planning on making a second season if this one goes well, and I'm staying there for that time. I left a few dollars for you. I took most of the food, but there wasn't much left. There's a banana, some bread, a box of cereal, and some turkey slices left. You know where your family lives. I didn't tell anyone, so they won't be expecting you. Bye.
Mom"How awesome of her. I don't really care, I'm leaving anyways. It makes it easier on me. I knew this might happen. I saw her audition and I overheard her talking to the director about when the show starts and I estimated she would leave around today or tomorrow. Even though I knew she would do this, I didn't want to believe she would leave her own daughter in this town with barely anything so I decided to forget about it.
I'm on my way to the tunnel. Its so creepy here at night. I feel like someone's watching me. I hear silent footsteps. I think I see a silhouette of a person. It's staring right at me. It's getting closer as I silently scream so nobody hears me. It's getting closer. I should run but I'm just frozen. I can't move. I don't know what to do..
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The Runaway
Teen Fiction"I'm running down the street constantly screaming for help, but never getting a response. I keep screaming for help while running, not taking any breaks. Head pounding. Constant heartbeats in my ear. Sweat dripping down my face. I can't stop. I won'...