Where Will We All Go When It's Too Late, chapter 1
It's something unpredictable...
When you wake up next time, think this: You have no idea if something unplanned is going to happen or not.
Tomorrow is just... well, a day. Today is also one of those flooding days. Some won't finish today. Some'll remember today with tears, some with a smile. Because life is totally unpredictable.
I woke up one of those so redundant days, repeating everything I use to do.
I got up, ate my breakfast, struggled through school and went home. But after that day, the ordinary turned extraordinary.
When I woke up that morning, I had no idea about what the day would end up like. I had no idea that the dawning of my life was waiting for me just around the corner...
***
I barely reached my room before my face was flooded with hot tears.
I heard dad curse and yell from the kitchen. Something just got broken.
It was just like everyday. Coming home, finding my dad completely smashed, starting an argument and get beat up. I always felt like groping after the switch in a dark tunnel. It was a nightmare, like when you think you're falling into a hole without bottom or end. You're forced to fall the rest of the time you got, and you can't find the trigger to make it stop... you don't know when you began, so you can't stop. You don't know if you're dead or alive... you just know that the world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit.
But this time, I decided to not let insanity take over. To cut myself. I was so used to it. Even if I still fell, I this time knew that I could end up falling if I just reached the switch and I knew that there was a switch. So, I escaped.
On my own, here we go
I ran in the rain, only dressed in my untied sneakers, jeans and t-shirt.
I couldn't avoid crying now. Tears flew and I sobbed in despair.
My arms bled. I hadn't cut myself, but I smashed a window dad had nailed with big stain nails. It looked bad, but if I'd go to doctor they'd throw me away with destination home. To me, home was prison. Nothing else than hell.
So I had just locked all doors but one. The door of flight. And I saw a little glimpse of freedom.
The only choice: keep myself away from the watchman and prison. And never come back.
It was a little bit hard to think the last. Never come back. I threw the thought out of my head and kept on running.
Maybe it was stupid. I, 14 years old, making my life all alone, on the streets? Fixing food, having somewhere to go, somewhere to sleep... could I really make that?
What had I get myself into?
I stopped and gasped. Breathed and fell down in front of a house. I must had ran more than two kilometres, I was outside our little hole village.
I guessed it was time for "bed". I had no bed, though. Not even a quilt. All I took from my room was my wallet and 201 dollars. All I had.
When I saved money for myself, dad took them and bought his damn booze, and never gave me my bucks back. This time I hid them in a bush in our neighbours' garden, so they were shrivelled because of the current bad weather.
So sleeping under the opened starry sky was all I could choose. But close to the shop behind me, it was dry. Thank the roof for that.
I don't know how I made it, but suddenly I fell asleep.
When you wake up next time, think this: You have no idea if something unplanned is going to happen or not.
Tomorrow is just... well, a day. Today is also one of those flooding days. Some won't finish today. Some'll remember today with tears, some with a smile. Because life is totally unpredictable.
I woke up one of those so redundant days, repeating everything I use to do.
I got up, ate my breakfast, struggled through school and went home. But after that day, the ordinary turned extraordinary.
When I woke up that morning, I had no idea about what the day would end up like. I had no idea that the dawning of my life was waiting for me just around the corner...
***
I barely reached my room before my face was flooded with hot tears.
I heard dad curse and yell from the kitchen. Something just got broken.
It was just like everyday. Coming home, finding my dad completely smashed, starting an argument and get beat up. I always felt like groping after the switch in a dark tunnel. It was a nightmare, like when you think you're falling into a hole without bottom or end. You're forced to fall the rest of the time you got, and you can't find the trigger to make it stop... you don't know when you began, so you can't stop. You don't know if you're dead or alive... you just know that the world is a sick machine breeding a mass of shit.
But this time, I decided to not let insanity take over. To cut myself. I was so used to it. Even if I still fell, I this time knew that I could end up falling if I just reached the switch and I knew that there was a switch. So, I escaped.
On my own, here we go
I ran in the rain, only dressed in my untied sneakers, jeans and t-shirt.
I couldn't avoid crying now. Tears flew and I sobbed in despair.
My arms bled. I hadn't cut myself, but I smashed a window dad had nailed with big stain nails. It looked bad, but if I'd go to doctor they'd throw me away with destination home. To me, home was prison. Nothing else than hell.
So I had just locked all doors but one. The door of flight. And I saw a little glimpse of freedom.
The only choice: keep myself away from the watchman and prison. And never come back.
It was a little bit hard to think the last. Never come back. I threw the thought out of my head and kept on running.
Maybe it was stupid. I, 14 years old, making my life all alone, on the streets? Fixing food, having somewhere to go, somewhere to sleep... could I really make that?
What had I get myself into?
I stopped and gasped. Breathed and fell down in front of a house. I must had ran more than two kilometres, I was outside our little hole village.
I guessed it was time for "bed". I had no bed, though. Not even a quilt. All I took from my room was my wallet and 201 dollars. All I had.
When I saved money for myself, dad took them and bought his damn booze, and never gave me my bucks back. This time I hid them in a bush in our neighbours' garden, so they were shrivelled because of the current bad weather.
So sleeping under the opened starry sky was all I could choose. But close to the shop behind me, it was dry. Thank the roof for that.
I don't know how I made it, but suddenly I fell asleep.
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