this is not my story at all
this is my friends megs
she has a fanfiction but...it wont let her post so im doing it for her
please still leave review ill be sending them to her 3 thanks a lot
I woke up at 3:30 am to the sound of my step dad pounding
his heavy fist on my door and the sound of pouring rain.
"Gabe!"
the harsh voice shouted. I groaned and rolled out of bed.
"Get yourself out of bed." I slowly walked across the
cold hard un- carpeted floor. As my shaky hand was reaching
for the locked the door I thought of the pain to come as
soon as I walked out. "DAMMIT GABE. OPEN THIS DOOR
NOW!" his fist pounding harder. I turned away from the
door and grabbed the black book bag sitting on my chair
with my iPod in hand I crawled through the window into the
harsh storm. I climbed down the roof and onto the drive
way. I quickly tied my converse and ran to Sara's house.
I could feel the hot tears coming out of my eyes. The rain
coming down on my hoodie and water seeping through my
socks. I reached Sara's house and picked up pebbles, they
made a soft sound but loud enough to wake up Sara. She
opened her window. She was wide awake. A little smile came
across her face when she saw me.
Sara threw down the escape ladder and I slowly climbed up
it. "Gabe, what happened now?" I looked at the
pictures she had hanging in her room of Brian, her and me.
Sara. Drug Addict, Alcoholic and My best friend of 14 years.
We're 17 and are dealing with things we shouldn't have
to deal with until we were out of collage. "Lots of
stuff." I said casually. And stretched out across her
bed. She laid down next to me. "My mom fled the country
yesterday." She said turning to face me. My eyebrows
raised. "Where'd she go?" Sara shrugged "She's
in Europe with her new boyfriend." Sara wasn't in shock
about these kinds of things anymore ever since her dad
killed himself 7 years ago. Brian and I have always been
there for her but her music is defiantly had a huge impact
on her. It probably keeps her from overdosing. Me on the
other hand music has been my every thing for all 17 years
I've lived. Then for as long as I can remember Sara and
Brian had been there for me through all the highs and lows.
I grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting by her bed and took a
swig. I looked over at the alarm clock the bright blue
letters said 5:53 am. All three of us had dropped out of
school by the time freshman year started so we didn't
have to start getting ready at 6. I looked at Sara.
"What should we do?" I said taking another swig of
Vodka. "lets get out of here." She said grabbing the
bottle from me. I laughed. "Sara there's nothing
opened right now." She stood up. "I'm going to go
shower and then we're getting out of here."
"mmmkayy."
I said. I rolled over and there was a picture of Sara and I
on her nightstand. It was from 8th grade at my dead mothers
beach house. This was my favorite picture in the whole room
and the room was covered in pictures. I ran my hands throw
my damp hair and stood up. Letting out a deep sigh I walked
out of Sara's room and down the stairs. This was the
familiar yellow kitchen I had spent half my life in. There
was a note on the table:
Dear Sara,
I am in Europe, I won't be back for at least a year or
so. I left a credit card and extra money for you.
-Mom
gee. I thought nothing says love like a credit card.
The shower stopped. And down came Sara wrapped in a
terrycloth towel with sopping wet hair. "Sup?" she said
taking the note and ripping it apart. I still looked at the
place where the note was. "uh, nothing." I said handing
her, her skinny jeans and shirt that was laying on the
ground. "Kay as soon as I'm done changing we're gonna
pick up Brian and get out of state." I nodded and picked
up her little black cat and stroked it gently. 10 minuets
later Sara came back down with car keys in hand. "So lets
go!" she grabbed my hand and lead me to the car.
"This'll be fun." Said Sara. I looked into her big
brown eyes to see if she was being sarcastic or not. And
She wasn't. We got to Brian's house at about 6:45 am.
Throwing little pebbles at his window he climbed out and
got in the back seat of the car. "Sup?" "We're
fleeing the state apparently." Said I. Brian nodded.
"Sounds cool. I'm gonna sleep back here now." He
said yawning sleepily. We stopped at a gas station the
manager and the other employee were sound asleep and there
were no security cameras. Sara carefully walked over to the
liquor section and put a couple bottles of whiskey in her
bag. We left the store and filled our tank. "So where
exactly are we going?" said I. "California." Said
Sara like it was something she would do everyday. I smiled
and nodded with satisfaction. Getting away from the rainy
place we called home sounded great. "But that's all the
way across the country from Virginia." Said Brian waking
up. "Yea so what? My mom left me a credit card." Said
Sara. "Mhm, and I got my step dad's, so we're
fine." Brian shrugged and crawled back into the back seat
and fell asleep to the sound of thunder and the tapping of
rain on the car. For the first time in seven years I felt a vibe of nervousness coming off of Sara. "What's
wrong?" I asked. She reached out for a hug
and I accepted. Embracing for at least 5 minutes I let her
cry into my shoulder. I looked at the date on my phone.
September 22nd 2008. Exactly eight years ago Sara's dad
died. I held her tighter. "Want me to drive?" she shook
her head. "No. I got it." She said wiping her tears
away. I remember how her dad died. He hung himself and she
looked through a key hole and saw his feet hanging. It was
awful, especially for a girl at the age of ten. Sara
isn't exactly what you call perfect either. Like I said
before she's a druggie and Alcoholic but there's one
thing that Brian doesn't even know. She cuts herself. Every night. She tells me it's to get the drugs out of
her blood. But I'm not that stupid. I looked out the
window with the raindrops coming down quickly. I looked
back at Sara her face was blank. My eyes moved from her
face to her hands. She always wore a hoodie even in the
summer. And even though I knew about her cuts I'd
never seen them. I guessed they were pretty gruesome. I
felt exhausted and put my head against the cool window and
shut my eyes. I was leaving to Cali.
