Haste [h.s.]

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Today was supposed to be different.

Well, with how my family is, I never intended it to be any different than their normal, but I stupidly thought the news would spark some sense into their minds.

When I fluttered my eyes open this morning to the smell of nearly burnt toast being flipped in a pan, I still held a shred of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be different and I wouldn't have to leave.

"I want her out, Mark! She wants to be all big and independent? Well she can go ahead and do so, but not under my roof." My mom's yelling echoes through the hallway.

Yet, that wasn't exactly the case.

Welcome to my life, or what's left of it here, anyways.

To be quite frank, today hasn't been any different from any normal day between my parents and me, just the spice of my precious mother's high pitched voice echoing through the house makes it ten times better.

I knew my plan would cause a ruckus in my parent's tiny minds, yet I thought that this would be the exception of all the times I'd bring news home to them.

But, unfortunately, maybe I held onto an abstract piece of optimism that would ultimately leave me wondering what's next for my life, despite the one I already had planned out.

I also woke up to see all my bigger belongings were already packed up with little to no care and thrown outside right outside of the garage waiting for someone to either claim them as theirs, or for me to ship them out to my new place across the country.

I keep tearing apart my entire bedroom, throwing into the small luggage and backpack anything and everything that I intend on taking with me that hadn't been packed up in a lanky cardboard box. I make sure to grab everything that has some sort of emotional meaning in my life and I'd hate myself for leaving behind.

"Irene, now, darling. Breathe and sit down. You're going to work yourself up over some ungrateful two faced child who chooses to leave her family to chase some dumb fantasy." My father tries to keep his demeanor calm, despite my mother driving me up a fucking wall. His words, however, are spat with such malice it could've easily been mistaken by him just reading the latest town gossip on the local newspaper.

"It would be a lot more easier for me to concentrate on packing if you weren't in such a hurry to throw your daughter out!" I yell back, standing back up and grabbing a handful of shirts that'll be enough for the trip.

"The quicker you're gone, the easier our lives will be." She retorts, the comment making me roll my eyes so hard, I checked out my own ass, not surprising me in the slightest.

"Feeling's mutual" I whisper to myself.

She's always made a habit of making very not so subtle back handed comments towards me and how I turned out to be a "complete disappointment" to our family.