When i was younger, my mom and my dad took care of me. I always wondered why we were always moving house, though, I understand now. I used to wonder why my mom would always act really happy, and do anything to keep me away from the Windows of the car whenever we stopped to get somthing srom the store. I know why now. I used to wonder why we would always speed off from where we stopped. I get it now. I used to wonder why we always had policemen driving behind us, and why my dad always carried a gun, and why the last place we settled in was the best house yet, and why no one was there and why my dad didn't mess with the lock on this one. I understand now. I understand it all.
Wanna know what I don't understand? Why they didn't fight to stay with me. Now where am i? I'm in that same house. That abandoned house. That house I lost them in. That house. We shared few memories, but maybe we could have made more of that fought. I guess I should have expected it though. Who wants me anyway? I took what i had for granted. My 7 year old self didn't cherish the things I was given like I should have.
What can I do about it now though? It's not like I can have them back. I love them so much... why didn't they fight? They could have atleast tried... Who am I kidding... I should have tried...I should have spoken up... but no. I didn't. All because I'm a coward. I was and i always will be. I'm 13 and i love in an abandoned house, afraid of the outside world. I steal from shops to survive. I'm seriously suprised I haven't been found yet...
I spoke too soon.
