the broken and lost

Chapter One

"I'm Sierra, that's all...It doesn't matter, so don't feel the need to remember me, okay? Really, you probably won't even notice me, or remember who I am so it doesn't even matter. Honestly, in the end, I'll just end up alone again, there's just no point in living."

I go through my day pretending to be alright... but that doesn't mean my days end well. The wall had broken down, and now I was hurt, just like usual. My thoughts are compromised by the pain, and myself own self hate. The people who'll always be there for me when I need them.... I couldn't believe those people existed anymore. Or ever.

"WAKE UPPPP", screamed Silver, my inner voice. As I jumped up and off my bed startled, I couldn't help but scream back, "Silver what the hell! I swear to god don't just burst into my head and scream!"

She just giggles and I could almost hear the smirk in the giggle, suddenly realizing my parents probably heard my outburst I quieted down quickly out of fear. I get up and see a note on my desk near my window, groaning in slight pain as I walk over to the scrap of paper  reading the clearly rushed words written down as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Hey, better pack, we're gonna go to New York to live with our friend's. Sadly we legally have to bring you so we can keep our money from the gov. So be ready or else.

PS. We are going out to clean the house."

I laughed dryly and Silver sighed, then announced her exit as she departed from my mind. I felt her leave just as I started packing. I put all my clothes and drawing supplies along with my shampoo, hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste into my bag. Fitting it all in my bag with plenty of room in my second bag was surprisingly easy. I went to my window and notice my parents drive away without a care in the world.

I feel myself scowl, knowing they were going to hang out with their friends drinking instead of "cleaning the house" like they told me to do. I shake off my emotions and decided enough is enough, I go downstairs into their room and grabbed my dad's wallet that had been long forgotten on the desk. I help my self to almost all of the money and stuff it in my pocket. It wasn't like they needed it. It was just gonna be forgotten, like me. He would stumble in, consumed in a drunken stupor and never remember that he had forgotten the damn wallet.

I then changed into ripped leggings with grey spanks and a normal grey t-shirt with some finger-less black knuckle gloves knowing it can get quite cold at night. I step into my combat boots that were good for running and climbing. I just decided I was eventually gonna be on the run so I packed one light backpack. It's contents included my sketchbook in the main part of my backpack, few pencils, 2 pocket knifes in the smaller pocket, and some clothes. I put my birth necklace in a secret pocket to keep it safe.

I fit my laptop and it's charger in the backpack along with my phone charger realizing that it could be useful later on. I quickly opened a box under my bed, grabbing my map. It was marked up with places and destinations I could potentially go to. I reach for something else but the sound of a window breaking and hushed talking made me still. I listen to the footsteps and assumed that there's more than one. They were saying that "it" was probably here and in "it's" room so I decided since running was already my plan that now was the best time no reason to find out what they were talking about.

I shoved the thing I grabbed in my bag and zipped it up quickly. I swiped  my phone, stuffing it in the front pocket of the bag. Swinging the bag onto my back I carefully climb out my window, jumping from the second floor to the first. I land quietly and dart for the forest that started in our backyard, not daring to look back.

~time skip 1 hour~

About an hour and a half, maybe two, I decided to take a break from running. Leaning against a tree, I set my bag down. And, looking at the sky through the leaves, I chew my lip as I outwardly contemplate, "Now where am I gonna run to...Grandma's? Probably the best choice". I had talked with her awhile ago and she said if I ever ran away she would know I had a good reason and I could go live with her as long as I wanted, I hope she still let's me after 3 years.