Blythe's POV:

"How can you be gay? You know what? I don't want you in my house anymore! You've been nothing but a disappointment all your life! I should've done what your father did ages ago, just abandon everything and run away!" My mother yelled at me. She had MDD (major depressive disorder), so I was used to her letting everything out. The doctors said she should never let anything eat her up from the inside and that was an order she had precisely followed all her life. Even though I was used to it, the pain I got from her words all my life scarred me immensely and this time, it was on my 17th birthday, I couldn't take it anymore. So I screamed, yes I screamed with all the power my lungs had to offer. "SHUT UP, FOR ONCE JUST SHUT UP!" Then the tears started flowing not only from her face, but from mine as well. She slapped me, I'll never forget the sound it made or the pain I felt when her hand and nails reached my face. One thing she had never done was hit me and now she had even crossed even that line.

It was that moment that made me pick up the last bit of courage I had in me and leave my so called home, the place I had lived in for so long and where so many of my memories good and bad anchored.

So on that cold evening in February I packed all of my essentials and beloved things into a giant suitcase and called my best friend Silver. I've known her since primary school and she's the only one I truly trust. She was 18 already and had an apartment or actually a penthouse in the city, where she was studying art and design. Fun fact: She was unhealthily rich, which made her like the opposite of me, ok I'm exaggerating but she was really wealthy and although my mum did her best we had to watch what we bought, because our monthly limit was always around the corner.

Phone call:

Silver: "Blythe? Why are you calling me so late?" She sounded half asleep, I had totally forgotten she might already be in bed.

Me: "Hey Silver, I'm sorry for ringing at midnight, but can I stay at your place for the next couple of days? I had a fight with my mum, you know, about me being gay and stuff…" I still had tears in my eyes and my voice sounded very shaky.

Silver: "What? I… what? I thought you had told her already?" She was clearly confused.

Me: "Can I tell you about that later? I just can't stay here anymore. I don't want to spend another second in this hell-hole!"

Silver: "All right Blythe, umm… I'll be over in 30 minutes so you can pack an overnight bag and –" I cut her off.

Me: "It's fine Silver, I've packed all my stuff already."

Silver: "Okay then I'll be on my way in 10. Wait for me upfront."

Me: "Silver?" I asked.

Silver: "Yeah?"

Me: "Thank you –" In that moment I burst into tears.

Silver: "Hey everything's going to be alright and I'll be there soon." Then she hung up, not in a rude way, I knew she just wanted to get here fast.

It didn't take long for her to drive up in her flashy dark-red Mercedes-Benz 4-wheel-drive. So I took my suitcase off the bed and put my backpack on, looking around my room one last time, the posters of popstars I had crushes on, most of them were of Justin Bieber, my books standing in the shelf mostly untouched, my smell and furniture. I took a deep breath and closed my door and went downstairs, where my mum was watching television and sitting on the couch. "Mum, I'm leaving!" I got no reaction from her. She sat there since our argument and wouldn't say a word or even look at me. I stuttered my last words to her. "Goodbye mum, I love you." And walked out the front door. Silver greeted me with a hug, but decided to briefly let go of me since for some reason it had started to rain a couple of minutes ago. We quickly got into the car and warmed up, while she drove out of the suburb and into the city.