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The Escape..
I stared at my alarm clock that laid in my lap, waiting for night to reach its peak, but it all seemed to be going in slow motion.
7:35 p.m
I guess you can call me a adult now, according to the calander, today is my birthday. I know, I must be so happy right now, but the only birthday wish that will make me happy, is leaving this place. I glanced at the clock again.
744 p.m
Damnit, can this clock go any slower? I groaned, slamming the clock back in its place, on my nightstand. So far, today has been boring, and yes, I have been staring at my clock all day. I've been locked up in my room, no visits, no cakes, no birthday wishes, nothing. But who's there to judge me? No one. I leaned against the headboard of my bed, sighing, pinching the bridge of my nose. I glanced over at the clock.
7:55 p.m
Finally, five more minutes, than my wish will, hopefully, come true. I inhaled a deep breath, staring at the blank, white wall above me. Freedom, that's all I ever wanted in this world, I wanted to be accepted and finally, after all these years, it will all happen, I'll be free. Honestly, I feel like a bird, locked in a cage, about to be set free. Nothing can hold me back anymore, nothing. I looked at the clock.
8:00 p.m
Yes! Finally! I hopped off my bed, squating down, retrieving my suitcase from underneath my bed. I opened my door, total and complete darkness, showing that my mom had fallen asleep. A smirk tugged at my lips, knowing this will all go according to plan. I hesitantly took small, silent steps down the long, narrow hall, leading into the livingroom. That's when I heard a noise that made my heart leap into my throat. I turned my head, spotting my mom, passed out on the couch. I gulped nervously.
Great, now I have to be even more careful. I sighed, walking towards the door, my hand reaching foward, grasping the cold, metal door handle. I turned it slowly, opening it, the warm air cleansing my skin. Freedom.
"Zaviour?!"
I ignored her yell, making a break for it down the driveway and down the road.
"Zaviour!? Zaviour!" I heard her calls, but I just kept running, I no longer cared where I was going, or where I would end up, I just kept following what I felt in the pit of my stomach.
And I sure as hell hope I know where I'm going.
7:35 p.m
I guess you can call me a adult now, according to the calander, today is my birthday. I know, I must be so happy right now, but the only birthday wish that will make me happy, is leaving this place. I glanced at the clock again.
744 p.m
Damnit, can this clock go any slower? I groaned, slamming the clock back in its place, on my nightstand. So far, today has been boring, and yes, I have been staring at my clock all day. I've been locked up in my room, no visits, no cakes, no birthday wishes, nothing. But who's there to judge me? No one. I leaned against the headboard of my bed, sighing, pinching the bridge of my nose. I glanced over at the clock.
7:55 p.m
Finally, five more minutes, than my wish will, hopefully, come true. I inhaled a deep breath, staring at the blank, white wall above me. Freedom, that's all I ever wanted in this world, I wanted to be accepted and finally, after all these years, it will all happen, I'll be free. Honestly, I feel like a bird, locked in a cage, about to be set free. Nothing can hold me back anymore, nothing. I looked at the clock.
8:00 p.m
Yes! Finally! I hopped off my bed, squating down, retrieving my suitcase from underneath my bed. I opened my door, total and complete darkness, showing that my mom had fallen asleep. A smirk tugged at my lips, knowing this will all go according to plan. I hesitantly took small, silent steps down the long, narrow hall, leading into the livingroom. That's when I heard a noise that made my heart leap into my throat. I turned my head, spotting my mom, passed out on the couch. I gulped nervously.
Great, now I have to be even more careful. I sighed, walking towards the door, my hand reaching foward, grasping the cold, metal door handle. I turned it slowly, opening it, the warm air cleansing my skin. Freedom.
"Zaviour?!"
I ignored her yell, making a break for it down the driveway and down the road.
"Zaviour!? Zaviour!" I heard her calls, but I just kept running, I no longer cared where I was going, or where I would end up, I just kept following what I felt in the pit of my stomach.
And I sure as hell hope I know where I'm going.