
This is Me
Chapter One
"Whatever."
Typical response. Lets try something different.
"Mom? I'm dying."
"That's cool."
Go figure.
"MOM! I"M PREGNANT!"
"Boy or girl? I'd like a do-over."
"I already got an abortion."
"Wish I had gotten one of those."
Wow. That stings.
"Mom. I'm running away, and I'm not coming back."
"One less mouth to feed."
"Don't expect me to come back home tonight."
"Don't worry, I won't."
I pulled my suitcase out from underneath my bed. I emptied the contents of my dresser into it, along with a couple pictures, and slid in a couple... dozen... pill bottles. I zipped it up, and brought it outside with me. I loaded it into my trunk, and walked back inside.
"I'm just gonna grab some cash so I can go for a while."
"That's nice darling."
I took the whole cookie jar. I ran back out to my car, got in, and drove away. Off toward the sea.
o my goodness. update. now.
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