Triggers: mentions of
family issues
Your legs were hanging over the windowsill, the untied laces going back and forth and your skateboard resting on the ground below.
With a gulp you jumped with your eyes shut and, to your surprise, the landing was softer than you expected. After a few seconds of restoring your balance you hopped on the skateboard and said goodbye to the muffled screams of your parents, you chose to go listen to the stories the city had to say and not the anger-fuelled arguments coming from the kitchen.
You could feel the warmth of the pavement under your feet. Your eyes were locked on the beautiful sunset but your mind was eager to escape into the cold, silent night.
