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Well, it’s that time of year again folks. You know, the one where being all bundled up isn’t weird. It’s freezing out and your house only feels slightly better. And your trying to be good, because maybe things will calm down for the special day. Christmas time, obviously.
And I’m spending it like I have for the past seven years, on my bed with two blankets pulled on me, listening to my aunt and uncle arguing.
They started arguing when I was like two, it just got worse over the last seven years. Now I’m nine and hiding under a blanket. They don’t hit me, well, not to much. It’s more me getting in the crossfire, because they were mad at each other. Mad about me.
I pull the ends of my jacket over my hands. The small holes in the cuffs of the oversized running jacket comfort me slightly. Couldn’t they at least calm down for this week. Just let this Christmas week be calm.
Everything suddenly goes quiet. It’s not supposed to calm down this fast, it never does.
I quietly walk out of my room and look into the house entrance. The doors open, and I don’t see either of them. A few seconds later and they walk in. My aunt’s eyes lock with mine. She looks at my uncle and nods.
He walks over to me and grabs my wrist. “You have to go.” They had to take me in when I was a baby. I guess they finally decided they didn’t want me anymore.
But, he does that a lot, I wasn’t actually leaving. Or not yet, at least.
But night fall, when my uncles and aunt were asleep. I grabbed shoes, shoved a extra blanket in my back pack. Along with the six pieces of clothes I had, a picture of my mom, and a small duck plush my dad gave me.
The was everything I owned, so now I could leave.
I quietly walk out my door, then out the front door. I make sure it doesn’t make to much noise then I close it. Standing on the porch, I zip up my jacket, I cuff my ripped up jeans, make sure my beanie is secure, then pull on me shoes.
And then.
Then I run.
I finally left. I was free. And I was running into a forest- well, better then them.