She remembers running, running like the wind. (With it more likely.) Her footsteps are soundless, the only thing left of her trace is the stepped on grass.
She'll pretend that she won't miss anyone; she won't miss Zach's sweet touch, and his I-know-things-you-don't smile. That she will keep sane even if she has to be stuck in disgusting sewers, mob alleys, and ratty-under-the-radar hotels. Even if, she wants to see everyone and tell her it's safe, and her sisters are safe. But she isn't, and they aren't. She'll be fine alone. She'll will be fine, she reassures.
They're safe without out- with her, it's just more hurt. She remembers last night so clearly-like the pleading and caring look in Zach's eyes. She remembers the way his dark hair covered his bright eyes in the way that brings a smile to her lips. She never wants to forget-ever. But it's perfectly etched in her mind-that night, forever and ever. She'll regret her actions, but she needs to do this alone, she doesn't need Zach hounding her every three seconds (even though she really wouldn't mind it) and she loves him. That's all she can think of: loving Zach.
Bex, Macey, and Liz will be so mad, but she did this for them- she can do this. She can smile in any mirror and say some random name. She can say some random life-style. She can do this on her own. She can stay under the radar- she can do many things.
So many, many, many things. But as she runs, runs away from her one and only home-she can't seem to stop the tears from spilling out of her eyes, or bring herself to look back.
She won't and she doesn't.