'Overreacting, overreacting. I'll show them overreacting.'
Lucy tried to get some sleep. She had already brushed her teeth eith whatever toothpaste was left, got into her pajamas, and laid down on her bed. Her eyelids refused to close, as her thought continued to plague her with insomnia that she really wished she hadn't had. It had been only 9 PM, but she insisted to get extra sleep before the others. God knows she needed it. Something was always keeping her awake, and usually it was whatever she was thinking about. This time, it was about her worries of what was to come.
Lucy wasn't the type to think about the bad things that had happened. She usually thought up solutions to the problems her young life had to offer. And right now, that was what she was doing. Recently, her sisters have changed. Obviously, everyone has noticed and no one bothered to better themselves. Every one is either extremely sad or so angry that they can't even think straight. Not only that, but their family has to take huge measures in order to get meals for everyone. With Lori and her dad working shifts and Bobby babysitting, she had no mature person to converse with. And that was a major problem.
You see, Lucy needs someone who can tell her what to do, how to do it, and when. She needed someone to give her rules and restrictions on how to live her life. Living freely and able to do whatever you want got pretty tiring, especially since there was no one to stop you. Bobby was no exception. Whenever dad and Lori were out working, he'd just watch them, not caring about playing with anyone. Just keeping track on what their doing. And even then he didn't do a good job. She had seen so many dilemmas including fights, arguments, and even vandalism, and what did Bobby do? Nothing. He'd sat on the couch all day not giving a word to anyone, and he'd feel exhausted just being in the same house as everyone else. She was surprised he hadn't broken down from stress or lack of attention from his 'babe.'
But this night she had been thinking of one solution that could end her troubles. One that could easily take away every trouble that was in their house. And it was so easy to accomplish, too.
She wanted to run away.
It would be easy, too. Just gotta pack a bag filled with all the stuff she needed, some food, some water, and then she'd be on her way. There was literally nothing stopping her. No parents to tell her what to do. No siblings to have to share anything with. Everything would just have to be about her. Then she could do anything she wanted. Perform seances, buy ghostly accessories, and anything to quench her cravings for the spooky. All she had to do was pack, and walk out that door. She just needed a push.
Suddenly, as soon as luck would have it, Lynn walks in him.
"What's up, Luce." She greeted her. "Had any good talks with Edwin lately?" She teased.
"Of course I hadn't you broke him apart right in front of my eyes." She said coldly.
"Eh, whatever. It's not my fault you have to be all lame and edgy." She replied, lying down on the floor getting ready to do sit ups.
"Now shut up before I use you as a punching bag." Lynn threatened.
And finally, Lucy realized she got the push she needed. A threat that would surely be accomplished from her sister. She could run away from the fear of being beaten, and it would be all her fault. Standing up, she grabbed a bag.
"Lucy, what are you doing?" She asked, but no real care was put into that question.
"Planning." She replied, and continued putting various things into the bag.
Tonight would be the night she ran away.