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| THIS STORY IS WRITTEN FROM A BOYS POINT OF VIEW, I PUT IT ON THE WEB COZ MY ENGLISH TEACHER THOUGHT IT WAS FAB! The familiar noise of the dog barking woke me up that morning. I rubbed my eyes and stared up at the bright white ceiling. Today was the day, I had everything planned out to the last detail, I even had it scribbled down in pencil on a rough piece of paper. Today was the day I was going to break free, start a whole new life in the city. It hadn’t quite hit me yet; I was beginning to wonder if it ever would. I had wanted to run away for as long as I could remember but it was only now, at the age of 14, that I finally decided to do it. It’s not as if it had been a hard decision to make, just a matter of finding the right time. Anything was better than listening to my parents arguing day and night, the final straw was when my dad broke three of my ribs and bruised my face so badly that it was painful even to smile…not that I’d been doing much of that lately. My mum kept me off school for two weeks. She let me go back once the swelling had gone down and the bruises had faded so it was hard to see them, the bruises had faded but the memories never would. I knew I had to get out and running away to the bright lights of the big city was the only way I could see for me to get out of this sheer hell, otherwise known as the family home. It wasn’t as much my mum I wanted to get away from. She was well intentioned but I think she had enough on her plate looking after herself, let alone me. My dad was the one that I was scared of, the one whose voice made me cringe and whose footsteps were enough to make me curl into a ball and wish for the beatings and my life to end. I don’t know how my mum has put up with him for so long, the problem is she’s not strong. She lets him push her around. Things never use to be that bad. I can vaguely remember having picnics in the park; there are some good memories. The good times seem to get pushed out of my mind by the bad stuff. I sat on the edge of my bed in a state of disbelief. I had so many emotions going around inside me. I was eager to get out of the house; I was worried about how my mum would cope without me. I was excited at the prospect of a new life far, far away from here. I would be meeting new people, going to places where people could only guess who I was or where I’d come from, I suppose that was what appealed to me most. I couldn’t walk down the street these days without getting pitiful looks from old women or without people from school hurling abuse at me. The only person that had even bothered to try to understand me was Tom. I hadn’t known him that long but it felt like a lifetime. He said that it was right for me to get away but I knew deep down he did not want me to go. His family were nearly as bad as mine; I guess that’s how we became friends in the first place. Sure enough, Tom was my best friend and that wasn’t going to change just because I was going away, we would always keep in touch. We said goodbye yesterday after school, he was the only one who knew I was going. He wished me luck and told me to take care of myself, the usual. I felt like I was letting him down in a way, I had asked him to come but he said he had to look after his mum. I looked around my room and my eyes were looking at things closer than they had ever looked before. I was noticing the smallest things, where a piece of chip wood had come of the wall, pointless things. I’d put everything I needed in my school bad and a carrier bag, if my mum questioned what was in the carrier bag I would tell her it was my games kit, I knew I couldn’t take everything with me but there wasn’t a lot that I left behind, I hadn’t had much in the first place. I had so many plans. I was going to hitchhike down to London, get a job, a flat, life would be perfect but in my heart I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. If I was honest with myself, I was more frightened than I had ever been before. The truth was I would probably be living on the streets and begging, to me that was still the better option. Everyone’s life had its difficulties and I was certain my life would get better sometime soon. How much longer could this possibly last eh? I went to the bathroom, still half asleep. I splashed my face with cold water and looked hard at myself in the mirror. Who was I? I didn’t recognise myself or the person inside me. I knew that someday I would know what I want and who I was but at this moment in time I was like a ghost wandering around the graveyard trying to find it’s corpse. Someday my time will come I just have to be patient. After I had dressed, I slowly climbed down the stairs. I walked down the hallway and heard my mum’s humming coming from the kitchen. My dad had already gone to work. I could always tell, as the atmosphere was very different when he wasn’t in the house, so much more relaxed. I wouldn’t have to be doing this if he would just leave but I knew there was no chance of that happening. I walked into the kitchen and my mum turned around. “ Fancy some Bacon and Eggs Adam?” she was smiling and I was hungry but I didn’t have time to eat, I had forgotten to schedule that in. “ No thanks mum,” I kissed her on the cheek and she seemed pleasantly surprised. “ What’s wrong with you this morning?” She asked jokily. “ Nothing,” I forced a smile and grabbed a packet of smoky bacon crisps from the cupboard. I picked up my bags and said goodbye. As I closed the front door, I felt the cold morning air on my cheeks and the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I knew from that instant my life would never be the same again. I took one last look at the house and walked out of the gate. It was all over and now I was free. I shut the gate behind me and for the first time in months I had a good feeling inside of me, I knew everything would turn out to be for the best. |
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