The Broken Girl

She ran away. She didn't even have time to pack. She didn't care. She grabbed her keys and her old hoodie and just ran. She had to get away from the liquor, the drugs, and the strangers who were always there day and night. She'd heard one too many times how wrong she was. She'd felt lower than dirt, as low as a person could possibly feel, for far too long. He never said no to them. His excuse was he didn't feel normal unless he was fucked up. He said his depression and anxiety made him this way... But she had those too. She'd never smoked until she met him. Even then it was only to have something in common with him. She always wanted to make him happy, no matter the price she had to pay. Though when she ask for anything it was always "no". Always "not now, later". But later never came. So she would haul herself up in their room and wait for him. Cry and wait. Day after day. Every day was the same! But not this day... She'd had enough. She finally broke. So now she's running.