Runaways
Chapter 1: Little things
“Hmm…” A soft sigh escaped my lips as I placed my chin on the palm of my hand while gazing out the window in the coffee shop, it was cloudy outside and it was raining and I watched as everyone rushed to get inside a building from getting wet. Personally I enjoyed the rain, I just didn’t like getting wet but watching the rain was pleasing, and thankfully I was lucky enough to get into the coffee shop before it started to pour outside. I didn’t think about anything, it was a Friday afternoon and at this time most people either worked, some kids were in college and some in school, unfortunately being in my position after I graduated high school I shrugged my shoulders and replied with a “meh” when everyone asked me where I would attend to, or rather, which college I would go to. I’m not very good with decisions, I honestly don’t know where I am in my life right now, I didn’t want to do anything nor did I want to make any life decisions right now; I wasn’t lazy I was just lost and I am still trying to find out who I really am.
As I lowered my gaze I grasped my slender fingers around the cup and sealed my lips around the rim of the cup and took a sip of my coffee, a soft satisfying hum passed my lips as I took that one satisfying sip. My love for coffee was infinite, and there is nothing better than having a cup of coffee, it’ll be even better if I was allowed to smoke here.
Although I knew time was ticking and I couldn’t possibly spend my entire day here, as much as I wanted to. I liked staying away from my house, and away from my parents too. Even though I like spending my time inside, either watching television all day getting brainwashed or sitting on my laptop all day, even though I usually forget sunlight exists; no wonder why I’m so pale, I hiss at the sunlight. But there were a lot better reasons why I’d rather go outside and do nothing just to stay away from my parents, many reasons, but at the moment I didn’t want to remember the reasons why and ruin my own mood, I just wanted to enjoy the last moments and hours of my free time before I would need to go home.
I didn’t really have a curfew, I’m old enough, but my parents are a little too strict and that kind of sucks on its own personal level. Obviously a normal person like me around my age would spend their Friday with their friends drinking and partying, but, after high school all of my friends went their separate ways, and I wasn’t expecting them to come back because I personally enjoy my own company, I mean why wouldn’t I?
See, in middle school I slowly began to notice how depressed I seemed to get, no, it wasn’t just that one time but I noticed how I started to distant myself from others and I changed into a different person, I know everyone goes through that stage for some time but mine lasted and went worse and worse. By summer in the 7th grade I spent my entire summer sleeping without moving, I didn’t want to be awake, I wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep for as long as I could because I hated being alive and awake. Breathing each day began to feel like a job, and I knew that something was wrong with me and I didn’t dare tell my mom or my step dad. I wasn’t close to them anyways and this is my life, I shouldn’t feel obligated to tell them anything anyways.
I leaned back against my seat and looked down at my unfinished cup of coffee and my notebook and pen which were right in front of me, although I never really written anythiing in my notebook yet, I just brought it with me to doodle and write things. It was my personal journal and each day I tried to fill out each day, or even a doodle or a simple drawing of a stick man just to describe my day. I know that someday this will come in handy, what if I get knocked out and I will lose my memory? Surely looking at these pictures and doodles and the random words that I will write will somehow make me rememember at least something.
It was a stupid idea, but it kept me busy.
As I grabbed my pen I opened to a new page in my notebook, scribbling down the date and the year I pursed my lips as I tried to think to describe my day so far, I only written a few sentances on it so far.
October 1st
Coffee is the necter of gods, I hate being woken up in the morning for no reason too.
I curled the corner of my lips into a smile as I tried not to laugh at my own writing and what I wrote, obviously I wasn't much of a writer, I love to write but when it comes writing with a pen my hand gets way too tired, I'd rather type everything out but honestly carrying my laptop with me all day everywhere doesn't exactly sound like a good idea.
Suddenly out of nowhere I felt my phone vibrate, which of course startled me and I jumped a little as I heard it. Reaching into my purse that was rested beside me I reached my hand into my purse and grabbed my phone, reading 'mom' on it I sighed a little, as I pressed the button to talk I pressed my phone against my ear and replied.
"Hello?"
After that hearing my mother replying to me had made my heart drop to my stomach.
'Not again' I thought.
As I lowered my gaze I grasped my slender fingers around the cup and sealed my lips around the rim of the cup and took a sip of my coffee, a soft satisfying hum passed my lips as I took that one satisfying sip. My love for coffee was infinite, and there is nothing better than having a cup of coffee, it’ll be even better if I was allowed to smoke here.
Although I knew time was ticking and I couldn’t possibly spend my entire day here, as much as I wanted to. I liked staying away from my house, and away from my parents too. Even though I like spending my time inside, either watching television all day getting brainwashed or sitting on my laptop all day, even though I usually forget sunlight exists; no wonder why I’m so pale, I hiss at the sunlight. But there were a lot better reasons why I’d rather go outside and do nothing just to stay away from my parents, many reasons, but at the moment I didn’t want to remember the reasons why and ruin my own mood, I just wanted to enjoy the last moments and hours of my free time before I would need to go home.
I didn’t really have a curfew, I’m old enough, but my parents are a little too strict and that kind of sucks on its own personal level. Obviously a normal person like me around my age would spend their Friday with their friends drinking and partying, but, after high school all of my friends went their separate ways, and I wasn’t expecting them to come back because I personally enjoy my own company, I mean why wouldn’t I?
See, in middle school I slowly began to notice how depressed I seemed to get, no, it wasn’t just that one time but I noticed how I started to distant myself from others and I changed into a different person, I know everyone goes through that stage for some time but mine lasted and went worse and worse. By summer in the 7th grade I spent my entire summer sleeping without moving, I didn’t want to be awake, I wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep for as long as I could because I hated being alive and awake. Breathing each day began to feel like a job, and I knew that something was wrong with me and I didn’t dare tell my mom or my step dad. I wasn’t close to them anyways and this is my life, I shouldn’t feel obligated to tell them anything anyways.
I leaned back against my seat and looked down at my unfinished cup of coffee and my notebook and pen which were right in front of me, although I never really written anythiing in my notebook yet, I just brought it with me to doodle and write things. It was my personal journal and each day I tried to fill out each day, or even a doodle or a simple drawing of a stick man just to describe my day. I know that someday this will come in handy, what if I get knocked out and I will lose my memory? Surely looking at these pictures and doodles and the random words that I will write will somehow make me rememember at least something.
It was a stupid idea, but it kept me busy.
As I grabbed my pen I opened to a new page in my notebook, scribbling down the date and the year I pursed my lips as I tried to think to describe my day so far, I only written a few sentances on it so far.
October 1st
Coffee is the necter of gods, I hate being woken up in the morning for no reason too.
I curled the corner of my lips into a smile as I tried not to laugh at my own writing and what I wrote, obviously I wasn't much of a writer, I love to write but when it comes writing with a pen my hand gets way too tired, I'd rather type everything out but honestly carrying my laptop with me all day everywhere doesn't exactly sound like a good idea.
Suddenly out of nowhere I felt my phone vibrate, which of course startled me and I jumped a little as I heard it. Reaching into my purse that was rested beside me I reached my hand into my purse and grabbed my phone, reading 'mom' on it I sighed a little, as I pressed the button to talk I pressed my phone against my ear and replied.
"Hello?"
After that hearing my mother replying to me had made my heart drop to my stomach.
'Not again' I thought.
THAT SOUNDS TERRIFIC!!!!
1/13/15