Run And Hide
"Parents…" I mumble stomping up the stairs to my room. I can't stand them, nor can I stand the fact that they get to boss us kids around just because they 'know what is best for the little ones.' Pfft, yeah right! I've been so much more successful than my parents. They're actually abusive, so there's another reason I don't like parents. I grab a suit case from my closet, I hid it there in-case of emergencies. And, this is totally an emergency! I glance out the window, the sky is clear and the moon is shining brightly. There are patches of ice here and there, but not much.
I can't bring a suitcase though. Frustrated, I pace around my midnight blue fuzzy room. I might need to grab some cash so I can replace some of my things. I search for my mutant panda bag; it's a bag big enough to hold quite a bit of stuff and small enough to get through the woods. When I find it I'm shocked at what I still had in it. I laughed slightly, thinking how I tried to run away once. In Hawaii, I had gotten a C in my class and my parents were drunk when I told them. Back then, I didn't know the difference from their regular selves and their drunky selves. Matter of fact, I don't think I knew what drunk was until I was nine. Well, they were getting drunk for their fiftieth time, and I told them about the C.
They were pissed off about that, so they told me to stay in my room for the rest of the week. No food, no water, no fresh air, no nothing. I couldn't even get a bathroom break! After the week I was skin and bones, and very, very weak. Of course, the cops found out. Put my parents in jail, and I went to a foster home. They make me call them 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' and guess what? They get drunk a lot, too.
Basically, I have this screwed up life. And my real parents and my fake parents get drunk on a regular basis. I dump my last sneak out items, and put a few personals in the outside pocket. I glance over at my candles, they relaxed me every day. I should take a few special ones with me. I grab my cream white one from the wedding my fake parents had. They were going steady when I came along. I grab a small ocean blue candle, it was from a birthday I had. Grandmother Gwen gave it to me, she winked at me when I lit the candle after I opened up all my presents.
After I grab two other candles my Grandmother gave me, I grab a safety lighter and my cell phone I got from a friend last Christmas. She told that her parents would pay for the minutes and what-not. She knew almost every detail of my life; she knew what I've been through. That's why she gave me the phone; she knew I would try to run away sometime if I was smart.
I switch out of my pajamas shorts and put on a pair of black denim jeans. I dig around for my black-blue striped shirt to put on, and I remember it's in the washer in the basement where the fake Dad sleeps just in-case. Fake Mom sleeps in the room next to the bathroom, and it's on the opposite end of the long hallway. I slip on a black cotton long sleeved shirt, and tip-toe down the stairs with my bag in hand. I sprint to the door and slip on my snow boots and heavy jacket.
"Crap…" I whispered lightly. I forgot to get some cash and food. Quickly, I go to the kitchen and get some traveling food. I look around for Fake Dad's wallet or Fake Mom's purse. Pfft, they'll get over it, it's their fault. I spot the wallet and purse on the dining room table and look through Fake Dad's wallet. I grab a few credit cards from Fake Mom's purse and the cash leftover from the trip to Tennessee from Fake Dad's wallet.
Satisfied, I slip out the front door and I'm free! Its pitch black outside and Fake Parents are sleeping. The cold frosty air nips at my bare face and neck. Pulling up the collar of my jacket, I jog toward the woods. I slip a few times on the ice, but I manage to not make much noise.
The trees get closer together the farther I go, and it seems as if the sun is rising. School should be starting fairly soon. I run swiftly through the forest, trying my hardest to get away. Out of nowhere a tree is right in front of my face, and thud! I ran into the dang tree. I let out a small yelp and rub at my throbbing forehead. The sound of leaves being stepped on catches my attention, though. I panic, scrambling to my feet I dart away from the tree. I look over my shoulder, and there it is. A dark silhouette leaning against the tree staring in my direction, I hear a scream and everything goes black despite the rising sun.