I've run away from home twice and both times I really had no idea what I was doing. My mom used to be a drunk and one day she yelled at me for losing her keys... Thing is, I was just carrying her purse from a beer party on Blue Lake... I hadn't touched anything inside the damn thing...
Anyway, she began to scream at me because we were locked out and now, oh Heaven forbid, we were going to have to walk a whole fifty feet to get a spare. She yelled for me to do it, and instead of taking any more of her bull, I threw down her little purse and ran as fast as I could out of our little complex... It was August 5 of 2007, I do believe, because all I could do was think about my brother's birthday the next day...
I didn't really have any idea as to where I was going, and even when I'd figured out which house I was going to invade I didn't know the way there... I walked a little over seven miles in search of Katt's house. Up and down roads I didn't know... Then I came to train tracks... Maybe I was going the right way? And at that moment, I became extremely suicidal...
I threw myself on the tracks and just laid there for about fifteen minutes. No train came, luckily, but all the while I'd laid there, I'd wished one would have come... When I did get up, it was because there was a woman trying to get my attention. Her name was Julie, and I haven't seen her since. It was like she was my guardian Angel or something because she said I looked sick, got me something to eat and walked me to my destination.
After we parted ways I called my mom and told her I was alright... I didn't really want to worry her, just get away from her.
Then there was the time I ran to my friend Mike's and Kaylee's...
That was the only time my mom and I got in a physical fight. I don't remember all the details, but I know I split my lip, cracked my nose and skinned my hands. Not counting all the bruises I had accumulated up and down my arms. I'm sure my mom didn't get out with out a bruise or two, but I wish she had. I wish I hadn't hit her... Although all I remember doing to her was spitting on her 'cause she wouldn't get off of me...
Still, I feel terrible.
After it was over she tried to get me to stay in the house and I was too angry to say anything other then "Shut up. I hate you." I still remember the look on her face when I went out that door, and I don't... No amount of apologies could ever erase that from my mind... Her eyes were wide with tears welling up and she was just... surprised...
I ran to my grandpa's first, but h was trying to say it was all my fault, so I stormed off after getting all the blood off my face and went to my friend Kaylee's... I'd already befriended her brother Mike as well... I was crying and I quietly told her what had happened and Mike freaked out. Not loudly. He went completely silent then stomped into his room... I had asked what was wrong with him only to have my questions answered when he came back out, dug in a drawer and flung himself angrily out the back door...
It took us a moment, but we realized he was going over to my apartment. All I could think was 'This isn't good. This isn't good' as Kaylee and I ran after him. I could have sworn there was someone else there... But this was over a year ago. Only the vital parts stick out now...
I remember catching up to him... He was standing at the end of our stairs with a kitchen knife in his hand and he was shaking violently... At that moment I realized just how much I meant to that boy, god, and I once again felt terrible. After we got him back to him house and calmed him down, I went back to my grandpas and sat in his bedroom for a while. I decided to call Katt and tell her that I wasn't coming to school the next day...
She asked why, and when I explained... Well, I guess she really didn't believe me...
Not until the next day when I did go to school..
Apparently it looked like I got beat real bad... and my eyes were just vacant... I don't really remember that day, but when Katt describes it to me to this day I shudder. She said when I showed up at school I looked like a train wreck and didn't smile... She said I was emotionless. I wasn't Angela.
And that's how I was thrown in Foster Care. Sorry. I'm bored and passing time. HERE'S MY LIFE STORY. :3
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