Escape (Urban Fiction)

I was tired of seeing this on a day to day basis. Hardly any food, any water, and the ragedyclothes she bought me just wasn't going to do it anymore. I had to escape. I took one last look at her before I grabbed my suitcase, then I tip-toed out of the door. At sixteen years old, I didn't know where I was going or where I'd end up, but I knew I had to get the hell up outta' there.