Runaways
Prologue
Stitched with a never-fading smile, yet thrown around and torn by about everyone that walks by. Then picked up the next day without being expected to frown or groan or complain but to smile and laugh like I don't have a care in the world. To be tossed and tricked and never second guess myself, because I was invincible, happy. To have people walk through my life, spin it around, walk out and be handed to the next person in line. And whatever they see on the outside is completely different from the inside, when the see surrounded I am alone, clueless but aware, happy but depressed and alive but dead.
Now after years of living like this, years of acting, years of being thrown around and changed I'm finally doing it. Finally taking control and leaving. My stitches were coming undone but now they are gone, nothing left of that smile or laugh or skip or jump, nothing left of what I used to be. I've disappeared from my old life and reappeared in new the one I made up. It was perfect and I controlled everything, until I ran into them.
He was misunderstood and angry, angry at life angry at his parents, angry at everything. So he did what I did years ago, and ran, disappeared without a trace.
She was forgotten and scared so just like we had, she ran. She looked young and naive but she was the exact opposite. She knew more than anyone her age did, and probably should.
They had ran out of their old life, into their new life and into mine. And just like that the old walls of the past and all the hate and anger and sadness crumbled down and were rebuilt with whatever we wanted, because we controlled our own lives now.
We were creators and builders. We were artists and we had painted the perfect picture for just the three of us.