*Disclaimer* Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer; If it belonged to me, it would be so much more twisted...
I was finally getting a grip on reality. Edward left, and he wasn't coming back. I decided that I wasn't going to think things through anymore. From now on, I will only act on impulse. This was an impulsive decision.
I grabbed my duffel from underneath my bed. I reached for my sock full of cash from between the bed springs and the mattress. I made my way across the room to the desk where the iPod Charlie got me was now laying. He got me the iPod to pull me out of my zombie-state.
As I shoved my clothes into the duffel bag, I listened to 'I Don't Love You.' by My Chemical Romance on my iPod. After filling my bag so I would still be able to zip it, I grabbed my sheet-rope. I had already tied them when I got home from work. I tied the rope to the bed post closest to my bedroom window. I then let the sheets fall toward the lawn in the darkness of the night.
I was shocked by the coldness and was hit with a sudden sadness, longing to be in the arms that matched this temperature almost perfectly. I had to get out of Forks. I was leaving the truck behind, the noise would surely wake Charlie. I figured I'd thumb for a ride when I got to Seattle.
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I came across a little music shop. I wonder when that opened? I walked into the shop. I grabbed my money sock and went straight to the guitars, I'd heared that it was fairly easy to teach yourself guitar. I grabbed a dark blue acoustic guitar. I counted out the right amount of money. I paid for the guitar and ran out of the shop. The sock in my pocket now counted 47 dollars after previously housing 120 dollars.
I guess after I learned how to pay, I would earn it back as a street performer. It was getting darker as an old light bulb in a street lamp flickered, using it's last bits of strength. I had walked pretty far by now and had to be at least a mile from Seattle. I walked until I came across a main road. I held my hand out like I was giving someone far away a thumbs up. What was after probably hours, a car pulled over.
I was wet from the rain and shaking from the cold.
"Need a ride?" The driver asked.
Charlie had always told me to examine the car, driver, and the situation I was in before taking a ride from somebody. I skipped the first two steps and decided because I was cold, wet, and this was the first driver that had stopped, I would accept the ride.
"Yes, please!" I almost yelled. I realized suddenly, that I has almost thought this situation through. At least I only thought about ONE of the three steps: I thought to myself.
About 3 gas stations, 2 bags of chips - shared with the driver - and a semi-nap later, I was being told that the driver was stopping for the night and I had to leave. I grabbed my guitar and duffel bag and climbed out of the car and into the rain. I was immediately embraced in an ice cold rain storm. I sat down in a corner by a building nearby. I was feeling incoherent. Darkness reigned.