On The Run
I am alone, and on the run. It's been three months now since I left home with only a gym bag of my necessities and a bag of money I've been collecting since I was eight. I had to disguise myself so I was forced to cut and color my beautiful long blonde hair. Now it was just a black mess. I've been staying in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. There isn't any heat and I have to sleep on a small mat with a couple small blankets each night. It isn't much, but at the moment… its home.
Before this I was an honor student, top of my class, teacher's pet, and never once got in trouble in my life…That I could remember at least. My mom left us two years ago when I was fifteen. She didn't leave a note or anything… She just… left. My dad had been fighting with his depression ever since, and his "anti-depressant" is alcohol. He seemed to always be drunk, sleeping, or both. I had to make him his meals because he was too intoxicated to do it himself. It was like I was a teen mom, trying to balance school while taking care of my "child". The stress became too much so when I arrived home from school one day, and of course he was passed out on the couch, I packed up my stuff and left.
I was walking to the grocery store, hood down, and taking all the dark alleys I could to limit my being seen. All of the sudden, a soft whirring noise penetrated my ears. I turned to look down the street, wondering where it came from, but there was only a passing car and a few women leaving a clothing store. They were laughing giddily, as if someone had just told a funny joke. I sighed. If only my life was as carefree as theirs. She wondered what she herself would be doing now if her mom never left, and she had a perfect, ordinary family. The noise, steadily rising in volume, suddenly broke me from my stupor. I refocused my attention to the spot I had looked just a few moments earlier and saw something blue just appear to apparate out of thin air. As it began to solidify, it took the shape of a little blue police box from around the 1960's. My eyes widened as I became frozen in both fear, and utter fascination. What had I just seen? I must be hallucinating. Just then, the door to the police box began to open.