Status: Subscribe and Comment Please?! :3
Change Is Good
The Escape..
"Mom! I'm home from school!" I entered the livingroom, seeing my mom stood there, holding a black journal in her hand. I froze, my bag falling to the ground with a soft thud.
"What is this Adeline?!" I flinched at her outburst, my hands started to shake at my sides, scared, no, terrified to find out what she'll say or do.
"M-my journal?" Hopefully she'll let this go, hopefully she didn't read inside, but that was only a small hope. My mom tapped her foot impatiently against the wooden floor, obviously waiting for me to become more specific.
"Of what? Adeline." Her tone was daring, chills crawled up my spine just at the sound of it.
"W-writings." I squeaked. Her face hardened into a glare, if looks could kill, I'd be ten feet under right at this moment.
"And what did I tell you about that subject, Adeline?" She taunted to refresh, taking steps foward to me, while I took steps back in sync. My throat felt tight, I could barely breathe. I gasped, feeling my back press against the wall. My mom stopped.
"What do you have to say for yourself, hm?"
I felt trapped, that's what I had to say, but the words would not escape my lips. I wanted to say I felt like a creature, locked in a cage, I felt like a lost hound stuck in a pound, I felt like that helpless bird that's being held back by its owner. Then, I knew, right at that moment, like a light switch flickering on, what I had to say and what I needed to do.
"What I have to say?" I shook my head, staring into the eyes of my mom.
"I have to say I need freedom." I hissed. Before my mom could react, I snatched the book from her hands and bolted up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me.
"Adeline! Get back down here!"
"No!" I yelled back. I grabbed a jacket, I didn't even pack a single item..
I jumped out the window and ran out into the night.
"What is this Adeline?!" I flinched at her outburst, my hands started to shake at my sides, scared, no, terrified to find out what she'll say or do.
"M-my journal?" Hopefully she'll let this go, hopefully she didn't read inside, but that was only a small hope. My mom tapped her foot impatiently against the wooden floor, obviously waiting for me to become more specific.
"Of what? Adeline." Her tone was daring, chills crawled up my spine just at the sound of it.
"W-writings." I squeaked. Her face hardened into a glare, if looks could kill, I'd be ten feet under right at this moment.
"And what did I tell you about that subject, Adeline?" She taunted to refresh, taking steps foward to me, while I took steps back in sync. My throat felt tight, I could barely breathe. I gasped, feeling my back press against the wall. My mom stopped.
"What do you have to say for yourself, hm?"
I felt trapped, that's what I had to say, but the words would not escape my lips. I wanted to say I felt like a creature, locked in a cage, I felt like a lost hound stuck in a pound, I felt like that helpless bird that's being held back by its owner. Then, I knew, right at that moment, like a light switch flickering on, what I had to say and what I needed to do.
"What I have to say?" I shook my head, staring into the eyes of my mom.
"I have to say I need freedom." I hissed. Before my mom could react, I snatched the book from her hands and bolted up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind me.
"Adeline! Get back down here!"
"No!" I yelled back. I grabbed a jacket, I didn't even pack a single item..
I jumped out the window and ran out into the night.