The Youth

"I'm running away."

"WHAT?" My mind began racing, sweat rolling down my back. "No no no, you can not run away it's not safe!" My cold hands began shaking, tears swelling in my hazel eyes. She can not do that... who knows what will happen if she ran away some creepy old man could grab her and and... my train of thought was cut off, my hands were grasped onto by her warm palms, steadying in her comfort.

"I've made up my mind, I've already packed my bag. I'm sick of my dad, this school, this town, this state, I'm out of here." Her beautiful green eyes were cloudy, the tears were mutual. I know better, there's no stopping her made up mind, but I wasn't about to let her just leave me like this.

"I'm coming with you"

Author's Note: This story contains mentions of suicide and abuse, please do not read this story if these things can be triggering for you.