pjmᅳ

i am lost in the midst of it all, not truly knowing where i should go from here. running away from my parents as soon as i turned eighteen seemed like a perfect idea at first. i mean, why wouldn't i run away from them?

all they ever did was make me feel like shit and expect too much from me without ever caring about my mental health.

so as soon as the clock hit midnight and i was perfectly legal, i took my bags and ran out the door while my parents were asleep. now i'm on a train with four-hundred dollars in my pocket, a few clothes and snacks. i also have my magic 8 ball which will ultimately help me choose which station i'll stop at.

i don't know where i'm going and i would be lying if i said i wasn't scared.

but it'll all be fine. i always survive.

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jjkᅳ

lost again. i don't know how the fuck i ended up in haro central. this train station is two hours away from my studio.

i was woken up a few minutes ago by a man in about his thirties, yelling at me about how disgusting i was. i stood up to beat the fuck out of him until i realized, there was something warm and wet all over my arms and hands. in fact, all over my body. it was vomit.

i rolled in vomit all over the floor.

must've gotten drunk last night again. i cannot recall anything from the events that occurred the night before but one can only imagine.

i don't have any money in me to take the train so i guess i'll walk to my house.

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pjmᅳ

haro station? this is where my magic 8 ball wants me to go? i shook this stupid thing at every station for the past nine hours and it kept telling me "no" whenever i asked it if i was at the right place. it took that long for this thing to say "yes" and it's at haro station?

i expected somewhere filled with more people. this village is dead quiet. i don't like it one bit. if i'm going to disappear, it'd be best somewhere there are too many distractions.

i mean, technically, i'm legal so it's not that bad to run away. but still, i wanted to start a whole new life with what very little i have.

haro was definitely not in mind.

i take all i have and leave. i start walking towards the tunnel where it would take me out of this train station.

i'm starving. where do i even go from here?

"i don't care if you're a cop! you can shove this knife up your ass!" i got startled by someone yelling at the end of the tunnel where i'm headed. i couldn't see very well at first, but the more i walked towards them, i realize it's two men fighting, one seemingly older than the other.

the one threatening to peg the older man with a knife is actually just holding a broken can of soda. it technically isn't crushed into pieces to even be able to slash anyone's skin, it simply looks like it got ran over by a toy truck. i figured this guy must be drunk drunk.

"i am not a cop! but you need to leave or i will call the cops!"

jesus. does he have to emphasize every word he says?

i continue walking away not making eye contact with either of them. this is totally something i do not want to be a part of.

as i walk past them, i smell vomit and alcohol lingering in the air.

oh...so i was right.

i saw the younger man look at me from my peripheral view, but i just ignored him and went my way, taking bigger steps each second.