You hated living in your parent’s house, your mother was constantly yelling at you and blaming you for things. Overall being a Narcissist and your dad wasn’t any better. He was constantly working and always throwing tantrums when he got home from work.

It felt like every little thing was blamed on you, from a bad day at work to something else completely out of your control, you were sick of it.

So you packed a bag with some money, snacks, a pair of extra shoes and pants as well as your hair brush and water bottle. You threw on a pair of jeans that felt comfortable enough, good shoes and grabbed a hat as well as your winter jacket so you wouldn’t freeze.

You slept in a park the first night, after that you walked through the night and ended up in a different town. They had one of those 24/7 hour stores so you slept there before deciding to walk around town somewhere. Getting as far away as possible.

You’d made it pretty far, two towns and only stopping for sleep, you hadn’t eaten much but you were being careful with your money.

You’re in a parking lot this time around. It’s a big, empty, open space, just a few cars here and there. No people. Just concrete, and lights over your head. The cold air of the night. It’s peaceful.

There’s footsteps far off, a car beeping, and you spare a glance through the dark, finding some guy with groceries. He’s got his three kids with him, playfully fighting and the oldest of them trying to help their dad get groceries in the trunk.

The bickering stops with a light scolding, and there’s laughter through the air. Curious eyes turn towards you, looking at a weird kid who’s walking around a parking lot at night with a backpack.