I never expected my life turn out like this. Constant mistakes, bad choices, arrests, hospitals. I was pretty much prepared for anything and everything that may happen next, so when I left the hospital, against medical advice, I knew I needed to get as far away from that little hick town as possible.
I needed big city, lots of people, and noise. I needed a place that they couldn't track me down. I needed a hideout in plain sight. I needed crowds of hundreds of people on the streets and lots of noise and distractions.
I just hopped on the bus and decided to get off when it looked busy enough outside. I figured nighttime, late night was the best time to judge the perfect city to blend in with and so I just took a seat and waited until the sun went down.
As soon as I saw the city lights I knew it was right. It wasn't the way anything looked at first, it was the fact that I could hear "Welcome to the Jungle" by GNR playing over a loud speaker outside the window as the bus pulled up next to a bus stop. I figured anywhere that allowed that song to be played as loud as possible on a dingy street sidewalk was just what I was looking for. They would never suspect I would flee to a dangerous and dirty city and that's exactly what I needed-no suspicions.
I got off the bus and my duffel bag strap was digging into my shoulder. I felt lopsided as I made my way down the sidewalk. I instantly felt like a target. Like I was the lone baby animal in a forest of bears and mountain lions, waiting for a kill.
I got whistled at, gawked at, things thrown at me, women and men asking me for change. I felt for a moment that I had made a bad decision, but the memories of the past kept my feet moving and I just walked and walked. I wasn't even sure where I was going, I just needed to move.
I saw a neon sign on a door in the distance, I was praying for a diner, but I expected a peep show place based on the part of town I was in. I didn't even know what town I was in to be honest and I didn't care. I needed the safety of a city that no one would suspect I would run to.
I kept walking and saw the neon sign was the shape of a coffee cup. "Thank you, thank you, thank you", I whispered to myself.
I walked in. The smell of bacon grease, burnt coffee, and stale water hit me like a punch in the face and I wanted to turn around and run out, but I didn't.
I just stood there for a minute and I heard the woman behind the counter shout at me.
"Sit anywhere you like, sweetie. Be with ya in a minute.", She shouted in between smacking her gum and writing on a pad of paper. Her appearance was terribly cliché. I watched movies from the 70's where the ladies in diners had beehive hair styles and pink uniforms with little white frilly aprons and ugly white nurse's shoes. She fit the bill to the definition, if there was one.
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Sick as SecretsFanfiction
Gabe was running from her old life. She knew if she didn't, she wouldn't survive much longer. She had secrets and knew she had to hide, but where would she go? How could she be sure they would never find her? Little did she know that she would m...