Run.

Run.

A Story by Jess Holden
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Running away. :(

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I watched the clock as midnight neared. I had my good running shoes on, and a warm sweater on top of my favorite black t-shirt. My backpack lay beside the door, the stitching old and worn out from being packed so tightly so many times before. I sat, waiting until I herd no noise coming from any part of the house. That's when i'd do it. I'd run as far and as fast as I could, and never look back. I was leaving this hell hole one way, or another. I herd my dad turn the tv off, an my mother start to snore. It was my time. I hoped quietly and calmly off my bed, grabbing my bag as I left, gently shutting the light off behind me. I looked down the hallway towards my parent's room. 'They won't even notice' I think, knowing that they wouldn't. I turn, and head towards the front of the house, excitement and adrenaline pumping through my system.  I was really doing this; I was running away from home. My vision became blurred, and I wiped at my eyes, too scared to take the time to stop and properly wipe my eyes with a tissue. I had to go, and I had to go quickly. I pulled a piece of paper out of my jeans, and found a pen lying on the kitchen table. 'Dear mom and dad,' I wrote, my tears falling onto the paper as I wrote.  'Don't bother to come looking for me, I'm already too far away.'  I began to fight back the tears; they were slowing me down. I signed the note and left it lying on the table beside the pen. I heaved my bag onto my back, and headed for the front door.  Outside, the night was unaturally warm, only rising my fear. I began to walk down the sidewalk, trying to breath normally, while fighting back the convulsing beast in my chest. I aproached the general store on the corner of my street. I looked in, the worker waving at me happily. I forced a smile and waved, trying to act natural. As I walked, I started to feel the fear rise in my chest. I stopped in the middle of the street, listening to the sound of cars on the highway, my tears dried on my cheeks. I was so afraid of this, I was paralyzed by fear. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, only focusing on my breathing, nothing else.  "I can do this."

© 2011 Jess Holden


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Added on April 12, 2011
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