Loosing you & Finding you

I decided, if I wanted to go to a place that wasn't familiar I would have to run again. I picked myself up and ran, and ran... I didn't know where I was going, but that was a good thing right? What I stopped running I was in a large field. Knee lenghth grass and weeds. I sat down in the middle of it and put my ear phones in. I blasted Framing Hanley through my head. I must of fell asleep cause it was sun set before I woke up. I stood up and saw a broken down house at the end of the field. I pushed the large wooden door open to see the house with old wooden furniture. I lay down on the bed in the corner, it had a comforting natur smell. I decided I would sleep there till morning. No one will realise I'm gone, no one ever does. Why should I even bother going home.

I woke up & checked my phone. No calls or texts. I put my earphones back in and set off running, hopping I will fined my way home. I did, after a hour of running I reached home. Both cars were gone, my brother must of taken one. I opened the door and walked into my room. It was the way I left it. I picken up a shard of glass from the mirror and put it in my pocket. I grabbed my ruck sack and shoved as much as I could into it. I got into the shower and did my usual routine. I picked my bag up and walked out with no intention of coming back. I grabbed about $200 out of the draw r beside my dad's bed and some change. I got to the trin station and asked of a one way ticket to New Jersey. The man looked at me in suspicion and handed me my ticket. I hopped onto the train and wondered what my next step was. If I go to New Jersey I can go to my old best friends house. I knew where that was. They would recognize me... Right? I had millions of questions running through my head. All I knew was that no one cares, no one will care if I'm gone. For a split second I thought I should kill myself right there. No. I want to die drowning. People say thats the most peaceful way to die. But I have a whole life infront of me. If it's still hell when I'm 45 i'll kill myself. But not now. I'm only 15. I listened to music & slept. When we pulled into the station I took a deep breath and caught the but to town. I walked through the town until I reached the large beach house estate. I knocked on the door of his house, hopping and pleading he doesn't hate me for moving away. 'You are?..' Said Jet. 'Kiki, your old best friend Kiki' I said with a shakey voice on the edge of tears. He went pale like a ghost and pulled me into the biggest, loving hug...