why hadn't I done this sooner.
'You'll regret this!! I swear someone like you should have never bee-' As you slam the door you fix your backpack, bike beside you, you get on and start riding away into the distance, leaving that heartless home.
As you cycle and cycle you go past your life, childhood memories of a life that wasn't yours, one you hadn't wanted yet forced yourself into for the sake of obedience and fear of those around you. the only fondness you have being the cover under your sheets. Even then something so simple only lasted a short while. As you get to the outskirts of the town you look behind you, if only for a moment.
'It's not too late to turn back y'know, she'll be mad but the minimal you'd get is no food for a week. We've had worse.' For a second you genuinely consider the offer, if you brought back booze and said it was for you, at least you wouldn't be hit that night either, not that she wouldn't in the morning.
As you continue to consider the offer, that gnawing headache returns, ever since you 'fell' several times yesterday it hasn't left, and your vision has been blurry but it's alright, some rest will make it past, but it's enough to change your mind, one foot down and your riding down the hill, leaving behind the tumor you've bore all your life. You thought about doing this for several years, always wondering how thrilling and exiting it'd be but right now, nothing. Your only thought is of sleep and food.
You continued to cycle for a few hours, weary with your stomach demanding any form of nourishment. Taking refuge in the forest you stared at for years you hide your bike and eat the leftovers you managed to scurry away, it isn't much but it should help the night at least. pulling out your half-beaten guitar you start to play softly, a old habit to not disturb the house. The guitar is battered chipped and covered in repairs, in the bottom you carved 'Theseus', it wasn't much but it gave you a smirk at time to time, the amount of duck tape and glue used impressed even you with the fact it still played.
It's cold but bearable, your playing slowly lulling you to bed beside a tree, giving you shelter from the rain forming slowly, as your eyes close you wonder had it truly been this easy all along? Why hadn't you done it sooner? And better yet, are you going to be strong enough to not return tomorrow. That thought scares you but as your breathing slows, your mind is drifted into slumber. For now, you need rest.
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