Cat watched as the pink ribbon of sky drifted slowly below the horizon.
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She could chase after it you know, follow that last sliver of hope to end of the earth till she stood teetering on the edge.
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She pressed herself against the cloudy glass window that detained her, preventing her from holding on to that last lonely hope.
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She really would run until she came to the edge of the world, she was sure of it.
She loved the feeling of independence it gave her.
She was alone, there was no crutch, no person telling her which way to go, or that she wasn't good enough, or pretty enough, or cool enough, or normal enough.
She didn't have to act when she was alone; it was just her, the earth, and the wind.
She could cry when she was sad,
(the wind wouldn't tease her; tvhe earth wouldn't pity her.)
And laugh, and sing, and dance, when she was happy.
(the wind wouldn't tell her to 'Shut up!'; the earth wouldn't look at her like she was crazy.)
She could be herself.
And she wouldn't get lonely either. Nonono!
That's the whole point of being A.L.O.N.E .
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Most children try to run away when they're little,
They usually get as far as the end of the driveway.
Cat got to the road.
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She wasn't stopping there this time.
She brought her palms down on the glass.
One, two, three.
Smack, smack, crack.
The entire glass pane fell from its frame, scattering crystallized tears over the concrete.
Cat rested her hands on the sill, jagged glass still clinging to the frame piercing her pale skin, as crimson rivers snaked over the creases on her palms and drip, drip, dripped, off her sky blue nails.
She swung out the window and her pink rubber-boot clad feet landed with a crunch on the glass shards that sparkled in the light from a flickering streetlamp.
She began to run.
Her feet pounded the concrete, and her breath swirled outward in little steam clouds.
Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, but Cat still loved how the world would go from black to green to white to red to yellow and back to black.
At some point in the night it started to rain, shattering light in a thousand directions, and leaving dark splotches on the sidewalk where they plop, plop, plop landed.
Salty drops mixing with rain on her face.
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When the sun rose in the morning it found the little redhead curled up at the base of a tree beside a rusty old play ground. Her hair and clothing were plastered to her still frame. Tiny puffs of steam rose from her (pinkpinkpink) parted lips like dreams that had escaped the petite girl's mind.
The road nearby was empty save for a little dark green car that pulled silently to a stop at the side of the road near the park. The engine went quiet, and there was momentary silence until the same car's door opened with a click.
A young raven haired woman emerged and slammed the door shut again. Boot clad feet clump, clump, clump, squelch, squelch, squelched over to the girl that was curled on her side, sleeping.
Once she reached the smaller girl she sunk to her knees on the sodden grass and reached out a hand as if to shake the girl awake. She paused and made a face, a piercing glinting on her furrowed brow, then shifted her position and slipped her hands instead under the sleeping girl's waist and back. She lifted her gently and carried her back to the car, sliding her into the passenger seat and buckling her seat belt before returning to the driver's seat, starting the car, and driving away.
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