Run Away

I feel an all too familiar burning pain spreading across my cheek, followed by the druken laughter of my newest foster parents. It takes everything I have not to fight back, but I've learned better by now. I scramble away, then turn and bolt up the stairs and into my room, locking the door behind behind me. They're too drunk to follow me, and I collapse on my bed, hugging my pillow to my chest.

I don't cry though, I'm used to this. I've gotten quite a few of these families before, and but they can't really hurt me. Not anymore. I've trained myself to stop caring, to keep my emotions locked up in a tiny box buried so deep inside of me, sometimes I can't even find it. Sighing, I close my eyes, thinking of my twin sister, Skylar. I haven't seen or heard from her since we were six, and that was almost ten years ago.

Our birthday is tomorrow, the eleventh. We'll both be sixteen. Only two more years, I think. Two more years until freedom. Just two more years. But I can't wait that long, I know I can't wait that long. I have to get out now.

And if I run away, I can.

(Skylar's POV)
I curl up on the bed of my newest room, in my newest house, with my newest family. These ones aren't too bad, but I'm just tired of this. Tired of moving from place to place, family to family, counting down the days until I turn eighteen. Then my sentence will be over and I can go free, but I still wonder what crime I've committed that calls for an eighteen year sentence, when all I've done is exist.

Glancing the clock, I see my birthday is just over an hour away. But I don't want to spend my birthday here, in a foster home. I want to celebrate my birthday with freedom. I don't want to wait anymore. And I decide it's finally time to be free, to be on my own, and I know exactly what I'm going to do.

I'm going to run away.