Run Away

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Why does everything have to be so complicated? Standing in front of me is a man who barely knows my first name, let alone who I am, telling me what's going on. I can barely hear him over the ringing in my ears, but I catch a few of his horrifying words. He suddenly stops, and the silence that fills the small room is deafening. I can't speak to him the words that fill my mind, so I do what I do best: run away. Sprinting through the narrow blank hallways, I recall what he was trying to get through to me: I'm all alone in this world now, because my brother, the only person in the world who I could trust and depend on, was just another corpse in a hospital. Unshed tears blurring my vision, I bang through the hospital doors, getting lost in the cold dark night.

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"Honey," my foster mother scolds gently, "what were you doing last night?"

"What I do every night Cindy. Go get drunk somewhere and have a huge orgy with random people who couldn't care less about me; just like you." And with the finality of those words, I stormed up into my room, slamming the door behind me. Grabbing my old ratty suitcase, I pile in only the necessities: my make-up, my hairbrush, my clothes, and of course, my condoms. Just kidding. Contrary to other beliefs, I don't just screw around with people for money. Throwing my books and journals into the bag, I throw open the window just big enough for me to squeeze through. Before leaving yet another home, I turn around and examine the room. The light blue walls surrounding the crisp white carpet and fluffy blankets on my queen sized bed make me think of what would happen if I actually settled down instead of running away from the slight possibility of getting attached. I could make friends, have a real family and not people who I barely give the time of day to, and I could have love. Dismissing those thoughts, I climb through the window and run away from the twenty second foster home I've been in. The last home that I'll ever be forced in. The last home where I ever dream of being loved and cared for again.

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