Escape

The day finally came. The day I had been dreaming about since the horrid car crash that took both of my parents lives; my High School Graduation. This was a day I had always imagined sharing with my parents but now it was a day that marked the end of a chapter of my life, and the beginning of a new one.

I pulled up to the school alone in my black jeep, and sat silently as I watched the students get out in their robes and walk into the school with their parents.

Thoughts of regret clouded my mind. I could feel tears starting to form in the back of my throat. I slowly climbed out of my car quickly wiping a tear from my eye so no one would notice. Thats the last thing I needed.

I walked into the building thinking that all I wanted to do was leave. Today was the day when I could finally do that, a month ago I had booked plane tickets to Huntington Beach, California where I would attempt to start a new life and leave my old one behind.

I had made this promise to myself the day my parents died, and I wasn't planning on not fulfilling it.

The ceremony ended as quickly as I started, everyone was hugging and taking pictures. A few of my 'friends' came over and asked me to take pictures with them, I was reluctant to do so but I gave in.

Once I had the chance I ran to my car as fast as I could, I had a flight to catch and an Avenged Sevenfold concert to attend. I started the engine, blasted my music, bolted out of the school parking lot and towards my house.

Shame pulses through my heart
From the things I've done to you
It's hard to face, but the fact remains
That this is nothing new
I left you bound and tied with suicidal memories
Selfish beneath the skin
But deep inside I'm not insane.

I ran inside my gigantic house and up the long staircase towards my room. I still had a few more things to pack. I ran around my room grabbing various clothing garments, throwing them into my carry on suitcase.

Part of me couldn't believe I was doing this; going to an unfamiliar place and trying to start over. It was so unlike me. I had always been that teenager who locked herself in her room and listening to music. I never went to parties. I never really did anything, and after my parents died I really did nothing.

Nothing was appealing to me anymore even eating. I did drink a lot though. I knew my parents would have been ashamed of me for doing so, on such a regular basis but I had too. It helped me forget. Every night I would lock myself in my room with various liquors and drink. Since I had no other way to cope with my depression. It saved me, as horrible as it sounds, its partially true.

I finished my packing grabbed my boarding passes and drove off.

I hadn't been this excited in what had seemed like ages, it was nice to not be depressed for once and to feel like I actually had something to live for.

Notes

So yeah, this chapter is kinda boring, the next chapter will be more exciting i promise. :)

Music Creds:
Almost Easy- Avenged Sevenfold