...rs prickled down my cheek and I walked back in to find her shaking her head.
“Every day I feel sick, and tired! I hate it! I hate it!” She started yelling and mom hushed her. I ran forth and gave her a comforting hug. “I don’t want to die, Luchia. I’m scared.” She started crying, the hardest I’ve ever seen. Never in my life have I seen someone cry so hard.
I gave her a kiss on the forehead, whipped away my tears, and went to my dance.
She died 3 weeks after that.
I was starting to go in a depression after that. I still looked the same, but was mainly acting happy when I smiled. I was thinking of running away a short while after that, but decided that I should stay…For mom.
But a year after that, when I was 15, my mother died. She never actually died…She just disappeared.
“Mom, where are you going?” I asked, that one night. She glanced at me, her pink gown fluttering a bit.
“Oh, just on a walk sweetheart. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She gave me a kiss on my forehead and left. I waited and waited, but after 2 weeks, I realized she was long gone.
That’s when I ran away. I guess I did it to start over, maybe? Like, maybe if I go somewhere I where I knew nobody, then I could start over.
I grabbed important things and fled. I mainly walked. I walked t...