Chapter One
- Meredith's POV
"Meredith... you can't. You can't do anything right. You're just worthless and nobody wants you around. Go away. Don't come back. Ever. Take your things and leave. It was a big mistake having you and your father and I regret it. You're the reason WHY HE LEFT. Get out of my face." My mom spat at me.
I looked at her straight in her eyes, wondering if she was deadly serious. She was. There was no sign of forgiveness in her crabby black eyes. None at all.
I spun on my heel, dashing up the stairs and flinging the door open that led to my room. What would I do now?
Where would I go?
I have a crappy job, working at a starbucks as a barista. I was recently cheated on, and to top it all off, my depression is reaching to the max.
I sat on my bed, thinking about what to do next. Maybe I could go live with my dad? No, his wife and new-found family hates me. I don't even know.
I have nowhere. No friends, no other family.
Just me. Me, myself and I.
I got up off of the comfort and warmth that my bed gave me and dragged myself over to my closet and got out a duffel bag. I shoved in a couple outfits and grabbed anything that I would ever need from this horrible place. My mom clearly doesn't want me here. I myself don't even want to be here. I'm leaving tonight, and hopefully I'll never see this horrible place again.
I got to my bookshelf and took the only thing I wanted - my diary. This diary, I'd had since I was 10. It's been 9 years. This book contained all the happy memories I had when my family was complete. When I was happy. I felt the tears prickle up in my eyes, waiting for myself to blink. If I blinked, the tears would definately spill.
I turned the small, velvet-covered book over in my hands and walked over to my small bed and shoved it in the bag. I zipped it up, and swung it over my shoulder. This is the last time I'll ever look in here. I practically grew up here.
I looked at the big quince tree outside my bedroom window where I remember for my 15th birthday party, I had this big sleepover and a couple guys tried sneaking up the tree.
My eyes glanced down at the floorboards where I could still see the burnt wood where a "best friend'' of mine tried to sneak cigarettes in our sophomore year.
Those were the days that I wished I could go back to.
I take one last look at the room and walk out of it, leaving a tiny fragment of myself in there.
Walking out of that door made me feel about a whole lot of emotions. It's like every memory I had in that room just flooded my mind. I could feel a lump grow in my throat and finally, the tears streamed down my face. I wasn't crying loudly, I didn't make any noise at all - in fact I couldn't. I knew that if I made a noise, I'll start a Niagara Falls down my face. Not happening. Nope.
I softly close the door, and clattered down the stairs. I peeked into the kitchen to find mum cooking dinner... wow. She's cooking. Oh wait, nevermind... she's just getting another beer out of the fridge. Typical mum. I wonder... should I tell her I'm leaving? And never coming back?
No, I don't think I should. I think that if I was to go talk to her, she won't let me go. She say ''sorry'' and that she ''didn't mean it'', and try to make me stay. Then, I'll get yelled at when she sobers up.
I turned my back away from the woman that made my life a living hell, not even taking a last glance.
Once I reach the door, I check to see if my mum's purse is there, and to my surprise, it is. I take her wallet with me... after all, she has a really good job AND I deserve it. For everything she's ever done to me.
And with that, I slam the door to the place I once called 'home'. I mean 'a living hell.'
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