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Trust The Fireflies

I just kept walking, not caring what my destination was. The streets were empty, and the air was chilly, but I was still so angry at everything that it didn't bother me. I sniffled, letting out a small sob. Why does this have to happen to me? I mean it's safe to say that my life sucks, no I'm not a starving child, I'm a punching-bag, so everything is hunkey dory fine right?

I wish I could scream right now, or punch something. I looked down at my wrist and saw that it was 1:30 in the morning. Maybe it would just be better if I ran away, far away. Would dad even try to look for me? Even if he did find me, what would he do? Punch me? Certaintly not love me, because god forbid he ever did that!

Why did mom have to leave!! Did dad abuse her? No that is such a stupid thought ronnie! He would have never laid a hand on her. But that was before mom had left. The days that I cried for her to come back are countless. I used to tally the days that she was gone onto my bedroom wall, but my hope was lost after a while. I stopped walking.

I found myself at a dead end, with a flickering street lamp. I guess I was so into my own thoughts that I lost track of where I was. I took out my phone so I could use Google maps, but it was dead. Oh great! Yup, perfect!

I looked around, fear creeping inside me. It was actually scary to be outside in the dark this late at night. How am I supposed to get home? I looked to my left and saw a huge tree. Its large barked trunk just looked so tempting. My fists clenched up, anger firing back up inside me. I immediately started to repeatedly punch it. Every punch getting more violent. Tears were streaming down my face, but I didn't make a sound. It started to hurt my knuckles so after a few more violent smashes to my hands I stopped. I looked down and as my new wounds started to sting I could see liquid scarlett all over my knuckles.

I sighed to myself. What the hell am I doing? I'm lost in the middle of the night and I'm punching a tree.

I slumped down against the trunk of the huge willlow tree and pulled my knees up to my chest. I looked up at the sky, there wasn't a single star out, and the moon was barely there. I looked back from where I came from. Maybe if I backtracked I could eventually find my house. But I didn't want to go home.

I got up and I brushed the dirt off of my legs. I looked down at the gash that luke had so gingerly bandaged. His touch was so gentle but strong. His girlfriend must be the luckiest girl in the world, because he would never go for me. I mean a guy as good looking and loving as him can't possibly be single.

My life is too screwed up anyways. If he ever knew who I really was he would just make fun of me like everyone else does. He would think I'm a freak! He would probably go for all the other pretty bikini body ready girls, I mean don't all the guys in the end?

He's the new hotshot beauty at the school, once he gets into the swing of things, he might just end up like everybody else. I mean he could have ANY girl he wanted. He would never even consider me. The thought of that made me angry, but I guess I am angry at everything today huh? I sighed.

But along with the anger came searing jealousy that settled at the pit of my chest. I guess it's just the way he took care of me, the way he looked at me.

Those eyes were so green. I looked down at the bandage that he wrapped me in. His touch was so gentle yet rough but in a good way. Everything felt so right with him. For the short period of time I spent with him, I felt normal, like I was a normal teenage girl with a normal life. It was nice. People at my school, they think they have bad days? They don't know what a bad day is. They take everything for granted, and everyones high priorities are stupid things like how popular they can get, asking a each other to prom, I mean nobody has ever even considered asking me to a dance, never mind prom. But I guess that's what teenagers are supposed to think about, ordinary teenagers anyway.