Loving Freely

C h a p t e r o n e

Azalea above

Azalea pov:

I was really tired of this God forsaken town.

It was one of them small towns where everyone knew everyone. All the mothers ever did was talk about the new towns gossip and their kids weren't any better. I wanted more, I didnt want to waste away in this isolated town. I wanted to travel, experience culture,experience love and live life the way I want to.
And this ladies and gentlemen is how I hatched the simple plan.... well as simple as faking my own death could be.

I was quite popular in the town. People always raved about how I somehow has this angelic beauty and aura around me. I mean I guess I was quite beautiful. But I still didnt like this town they were all quite fake. My supposed friends were only friends with me as I was popular and boys were always hanging around trying to get my attention.

Honestly boys didnt interest me in any way, I liked girls and I was proud of that. The town I lived in was completely against anything that wasnt the norm and being anything but straight wasnt accepted.

I was a lesbain and I hated to know that no one would accept me if I ever came out. It hurt,alot.

My parents were always away on business trips so I didnt see them much. Whenever they did come back it was always bad news.

I had thought that I could confess to them about how I liked girls. Oh how wrong I was. They were disgusted. They had even sent me to conversion therapy, I would have to speak to a priest who would touch me in places. He would physically abuse me. Mentally abuse me. It wasnt a good time in my life, I still have scars. My parents did everything to make sure no one ever found out about they're daughter liking girls. Their perfect reputation wouldn't be ruined because of me. Whenever they were home they weren't any better they would abuse me just for the fun of it.

The first time they had left was when i was thirteen and they didnt come back for a month. I had grew up quick and quite independent because of this.

I'm currently 16 and ready to proceed with the plan of faking my own death. The plan was that I'd run to Italy, maybe stay low there until a couple months and then start travelling.

So I had a step by step plan written in my secret diary and they were:

Step one:
I would make it look like I jumped off Joey's point, the deepest and roughest part of the river that way they would believe my body was unsalvagable. I would also write suicide notes to my good for nothing parents and supposed best friends explaining my tragic demise.

Step two:
This was an easy step I'll just make it seem that I had broke my phone, Instead I'll delete all social media make it seem as if I never existed and them proceed to purchase a burner phone so no one could trace my whereabouts.

Step three:
This was a hard part in the plan I would need to change my name and appearance. I would also have to obtain a new I.d and passport. I had finally decided to change my name to
Azalea Lynn. Pretty name right? I had decided to leave my curly blonde hair as it was thick and I didnt want to dye it.

If these steps went to plan then everything would turn out perfectly and it would be smooth sailing then.