you didn’t know how you got here, in all honesty, you would’ve never thought you got kicked out your home by your parents at 17, but, it happened.

your abusive father, who was an addict driving you to god knows where, all you knew is that the landscape of the place was beautiful and you’d probably never see your family ever again, two very positive things in your extremely negative life.

you didn’t talk the whole drive, thankfully. and he didn’t try to talk to you anyway, because you reminded him of your mother who passed after you were born.

8:01pm, tingatel, cornwall. your dad parked up the car and put on his everyday fake smile as he approached the frontdesk of a place called ‘starlit dreams tenting.’ thats where you would be staying for the summer holidays, you were told. a summer camp being run by some soldiers, taskforce 141. you knew that no one would come for you after the 6 weeks, so you’d most likely be homeless for the rest of your life after this. so fun .

he sent you off without a second glance, not even a kiss or a hug goodbye, but you were used to it by now. you aimlessly walked around the campsite in a pretty shit mood, trying but not trying to find your tent which you found out you’d be sharing with someone; tent 016.