I Just Want To Run Away Novels & Stories

I didn't care and it was too much. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT! I HAD ENOUGH!” I screamed, “THIS IS TOO MUCH! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!” I shoved everyone away and ran for the door, It was too much, I have to get away! my mind screamed to me. I threw the door open and ran outside. I could feel my eyes burned, not only from the sun's blazing rays. I continued running and running and running, not knowing where I was going, but I know I have to get away from that house.

EUDORA. “Run. Keep running. Don’t you dare look back. Run far away from here. I will guide you. I know you do not want me but I will lead you to where you are meant to be. Where you don’t have to feel threatened by anyone, a place where you don’t have to be ashamed of me. Run, Eudora. Run.” And I did.

The haunting image of my mom desperately trying to save my life plays on repeat in my head while Richie keeps insisting that I run - just the way mom did. I don’t want to run, but the urgency in his voice resonates in my mind, forcing me to make a choice. Reluctantly, I turn away, tears streaming down my cheeks as I sprint out of the room, each step heavy with the weight of what I’m leaving behind.

Now I will decide that no matter how much you prevent me from running away, you will only lose more of me. I'll keep trying to run away from you and let's see who gives up first, Jayden.

I don’t even care. A tiny, crazy idea sneaks into my head as I make another pointless turn, I could run away. Just go. Leave everything behind. Get on a plane, disappear into some quiet city where nobody knows my name, nobody knows my father, nobody knows Santino, nobody expects anything from me. The thought feels soft, warm, tempting. Like fresh blankets and the smell of vanilla candles. I picture myself somewhere far away, maybe in Greece or Bali or some island with bright blue water and cheap fruity drinks. I imagine myself walking barefoot on sand, hair blowing, skin glowing, and nobody calling my name or demanding anything. For a moment, it feels possible. Achingly possible.

“Just leave me alone, Wes! I don’t want you and I don’t need you!” His face crumples then with some pain showing. “You don’t mean that.” I don’t know what I mean. I’m just hurt, and I want to get away from this hurt as soon as possible. The only way I can think of is to run, so I do just that. Wes, blessedly, doesn’t follow me. Maybe he can see I need some space. Maybe he’s still reeling with his own shock and dismay. So many things have happened in quick succession.

My only hope for redemption. I should have ran away. I simply should have.

Fortunately, he only suffered from a small fracture in his front left paw. “What are your plans?” Mr. Frank asked. “I’m going to continue traveling and stay as far away from this place as possible.” I was born in this city, but it rejected me. My own family wanted to suck my blood dry. My phone rang at that moment. It was an unknown number. I had blocked all of my family members’ numbers, and since I spoke to some advertisers from time to time, I answered the call. “You’re such an embarrassment! How could I have given birth to someone as horrible as you?! Everyone’s talking behind my back now! Come back right away—”

His voice was more like a cold hiss. A frown etched upon my flawless forehead and I kept staring at him. “ I am not running away from someone. Rather myself. I am running away from myself. ” I whispered in a low voice, not understanding why I was saying this to a stranger and a one who screamed danger with red alarm on top of everything.

My heart sank when I realized again that I was running away from some shit situation again. At first, I thought it was a wise plan. Because I only need to pay attention to the people I go with, without hurting or harming other people. After all, there is a survival strategy called fight or flight, which reinforces my understanding that running away is not a cowardly act. Besides, I don't have the energy to fight. “Why should I run away again? Questions like that pop up in my head and heart from time to time, Dylan. And that bothers me quite a bit.”