Him and Her
Dropping out of school was easy for her.
She didn't know why … it just was. One day she just, stopped going. She didn't answer the phone, and she wasn't at her house enough to answer the door. She also made sure she checked the mail every other day, not like she and her mother got any mail anyway.
And then eventually, she just left.
Left her home, her house, her protection, and went into the real world.
Her mother didn't notice, her mother never noticed … that's why she left.
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Running away from home was hard for him.
He knew why.
His house, his home, his protection, he would be going into the real world.
Escaping from his parent's demise, their hate.
On the outside, his family was perfect, living in the perfect neighnouthood, perfect children, but what when on inside was different. Completely different.
He sometimes wishes he could be like his older brother.
One day, his older brother decided not to take shit from his parents anymore, and on that day, he walked right out the front door, got into his old beat up car, and drove off.
He hadn't heard from his older brother since that day.
And now it was his turn.
His turn to leave, to go, and never come back, ever.
It was night, dark enveloped his room. He took deep breaths, and tried to get rid of the yellow spots in front of his eyes.
He stood up, legs shaking, teeth chattering, as he bent over and picked up his duffel bag.
He quickly exited his room, abandoning the thoughts of rethinking his plan.
He turned to the left and looked down the hallway. It seemed longer than it usually did.
He took step after step, getting more and more anxious … he couldn't believe he was about to do this, about to leave.
He reached his living room finally.
The room seemed a little bit colder a little bit smaller.
He looked at the pictures on the wall.
His parents.
They seemed to be glaring at him.
He couldn't stand it anymore, he made a sprint for the front door, quickly unlocked it.
And then … he was gone.
