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My mother came home and brought me a notebook. I had needed one for English. I was slightly peeved at the fact that it was pink. So, my mother suggested I cover it up with peices of paper. I tried with a book cover, and my mother got mad at me telling me that it wouldn't work, and that I lacked common sense. I told her to leave me alone and at least let me try, but she wouldn't. This continued, so I finally stormed up to my room. I brooded for about three minutes, then went back down to try what my mother had suggested. I was still smoldering though. Apperantly I didn't do it right, so my mother got angry. I protested, and she yelled. I went back up to my room.
Twenty minutes later, I came back down to see that my mother had alreay started cutting stuff out of magazines for me to stick on the cover, and had told my dad about me getting angry. I had calmed down a bit, but was still annoyed. So I sat there and enthusiastically om my mother.looked through magazines and suggestions from my mom. Somehow, this escalated into another arguement.
This was really heated. It had veered wildly from what it had started about. Then, my parents resorted to calling me names and insulting me. Yes, my parents that were 28 and 30 years older than me resorted to name calling. My my dad called me a cynic, and I admit that's true, since I can be very cynical. But then, they started calling me a lazy good for nothing. An anti-social. A technology addict. Then came my dad. "You know women get mood swings every 28 days because of their periods? Watch. In 28 days, you're going to be like this again. With your panties in a bunch."
My dad just called me, his 15 year old son, a little girl. After that, I just went into an epic, silenced rage. My face went from a twisted frown into a blank field. Somewhere in those 10 minutes, my dad went into my room to take my Wii's power and A/V cables.
After about 5 more minutes of sitting there blankly with parents yelling in each ear, I silently went up to my room, slipped on my Vans, then walked out the door. I waved hi to the neighbor and his 15 year old daughter, then continued on my way to the forest trail near our house.
It was about 6 PM, and it was gettin dark. I mauevered my way around two big, splattered construction machines, then walked onto a field of white rocks. I could feel then stabbing me throug h my shoe's flimsy, thin soles. I finally entered the forest after what seemed like hours.
It was dim, and everything seemed to be bathed in a pale, gray light. I walked a small distance, then turned onto a reclused, small, winding trail. I walked it's distance, and thought about all my friends, all my school friends, and all of you here at Smash World Forums. I continued along blankly, solemnly. Inside my chest, there was an explosive reaction, and at the same time, a dimming evaporation. I could feel my soul dying inside of me. And I felt new feelings growing. It felt like a black void that was collapsing, expanding, and pulsing. The trail winded on and on, and it was slowly getting darker. There was only a pathetic splash of gray covering everything. I looked around, and noticed black and white markings on the trees. I thought they were just the construction workers' marking, and looked down and continued my walk. I pondered various things for what seemed like hours, and at the same time, nothing. I heard twigs breaking, and looked up, frosen with that same blank expression I had been wearing for hours. I saw or heard nothing more, then continued. I studied the markings on the trees more closely, and saw that they were in fresh black spray paint. They were emoticon style symbols, like "^w^" and "=)". Their innocent look didn't reassure me, and my heart started a steady rhythm increase. I continued hearing rustlings and snaps. I walked on though. I soon came to a clearing overgrown with ferns, then turned back. I heard something big scamper, then continued.
By now, my heart was racing. All of my senses had been dramatically heightened, especially hearing. I heard long off cars revving, dogs howling and barking, and more twigs snapping. I heard my feet crunch leaves, and I heard my heels drag on rocks. I started seeing brilliant lines of nothingness cross my eyes, and a white glow near the top of my vision. My heartbeat and footsteps then went inot a sort of desynchronized, yet intervening beat. They would be in rhythm together, then go off. It was getting darker still, and everything looked pallid and grey. My eyes started playing tricks on me. I saw strange checkered spirals, and flashes of red dots. Every bundle of leaves looked like a dead crow. Every clutch of white stones seemed like a set of bones. Every stump was blackened in the enigmatic twilight, and looked like grotesque feline creatures. I heard more sounds still. I quickened my pace by an infinitesimal peice. Then, I thought I heard someone call my name. I heard the "no" of the last part, Paulino. I thought I was just imagening it. The trail had been deceptively long, but I was finally approaching the last leg of the way back. I heard the sound again, and was sure it was someone calling my name. I continued walking without answering. I still wore the blank, emotionless look from three hours ago. I heard it a third time, and identified it as the voice of my father. I had finally gotten to the end of the path, where it reconnected with the main trail. I responded in Spanish. "Mande?" "Donde estas?" I paused, hesitant for a second to answer the question. I finally called back, "Ya me voy ha hir saliendo." I waited for a response, and, upon not hearing one, walked out of the forest.
It always seems like time completelly stops, and at the same time, accelerates, each time I walk inot and out of that forest. I felt that same feeling again, but ignored it. I crunched over the field of whites stones, walked around the machines, the continued to my home. I cut across the neighbors driveway, then padded onto our front lawn. I stumbled over the big, wooden roots of our tree, went up the concrete steps that led to our door, then entered my house.
All the lights were on, and the door had been left unlocked. I went in, looked around for about two minutes, then marched back out.
I retraced my steps back into the forest. As I had before, I walked with my head down, staring at the ground in front of me. It seemed to heave upwards and down. I was walking across a flat, rocky expanse, but it felt as though I was going up an escalator. I entered the forest trail again. I called out to y dad. "Apa!" "Mande?" "Donde estas?" "Aqua." I followed his voice to a trail perpindicular to the first one I had entered. I suddenly exploded into a sprint, up the winding path, then abrptly sropped in front of my father. We exchanged quick, low questions and answers. He asked me if I had seen my mother. I said no, the house was empty when I went in. He told me she had come look for me this way, and so we went in search for her.
We continued in silence, only breaking it to yell out my mother's name. It had darkened since. Everything was now bathed in a greyish-black, and seemed to melt together. The road melted into the treeline, and as I looked at my father's heels, his shadow accompanied them. We soon reached a clearing, where it was evident that there had been some construction. It was all in a grassy expanse, surrounded by a small stream and trees. We continued, walking along a hard dirt path.
We finally caught sight of my mother. My father quickened his pace a bit, but I lagged behind. We finally got to each other. My mother was sobbing. She embraced me and said "Don;t you ever leave without telling us again." I emotionlessly returned the hug, blankly staring at the trail behind her. After a few minutes, we headed back. My father was in front, I was in the middle, and my mother in the back. I could hear her gasping and sobbing behind me as I trudged facelessly along the dirt trail. We re-entered the forest, and there was a deeper shade of black. You could barely recognize anything, it all seemd to meld together. We continued like an out of place mourning march, my mother only ever emitting an occasional gasp.
We finally reached the main trail, then crossed the aforementioned field of white stones and the macines. Time seemd to have had stopped and exploded forward again. I walked along, then padded onto the grass again. I stumbled yet again on the roots, since everything was pitch black by now. It had been 6 hours since I had walked out. I walked up the concrete steps again. A toad heard me, and hopped into the shrubbery. I creaked oen the door, stepped inside, kicked off my Vans, then threw myself onto the couch.
I instantly died into a dreamless sleep.
I wrote this so that years from now, I can look back. Look back at the time when I first "ran away from home". When I first made my mother cry. When I first felt something important die inside me.
My mother came home and brought me a notebook. I had needed one for English. I was slightly peeved at the fact that it was pink. So, my mother suggested I cover it up with peices of paper. I tried with a book cover, and my mother got mad at me telling me that it wouldn't work, and that I lacked common sense. I told her to leave me alone and at least let me try, but she wouldn't. This continued, so I finally stormed up to my room. I brooded for about three minutes, then went back down to try what my mother had suggested. I was still smoldering though. Apperantly I didn't do it right, so my mother got angry. I protested, and she yelled. I went back up to my room.
Twenty minutes later, I came back down to see that my mother had alreay started cutting stuff out of magazines for me to stick on the cover, and had told my dad about me getting angry. I had calmed down a bit, but was still annoyed. So I sat there and enthusiastically om my mother.looked through magazines and suggestions from my mom. Somehow, this escalated into another arguement.
This was really heated. It had veered wildly from what it had started about. Then, my parents resorted to calling me names and insulting me. Yes, my parents that were 28 and 30 years older than me resorted to name calling. My my dad called me a cynic, and I admit that's true, since I can be very cynical. But then, they started calling me a lazy good for nothing. An anti-social. A technology addict. Then came my dad. "You know women get mood swings every 28 days because of their periods? Watch. In 28 days, you're going to be like this again. With your panties in a bunch."
My dad just called me, his 15 year old son, a little girl. After that, I just went into an epic, silenced rage. My face went from a twisted frown into a blank field. Somewhere in those 10 minutes, my dad went into my room to take my Wii's power and A/V cables.
After about 5 more minutes of sitting there blankly with parents yelling in each ear, I silently went up to my room, slipped on my Vans, then walked out the door. I waved hi to the neighbor and his 15 year old daughter, then continued on my way to the forest trail near our house.
It was about 6 PM, and it was gettin dark. I mauevered my way around two big, splattered construction machines, then walked onto a field of white rocks. I could feel then stabbing me throug h my shoe's flimsy, thin soles. I finally entered the forest after what seemed like hours.
It was dim, and everything seemed to be bathed in a pale, gray light. I walked a small distance, then turned onto a reclused, small, winding trail. I walked it's distance, and thought about all my friends, all my school friends, and all of you here at Smash World Forums. I continued along blankly, solemnly. Inside my chest, there was an explosive reaction, and at the same time, a dimming evaporation. I could feel my soul dying inside of me. And I felt new feelings growing. It felt like a black void that was collapsing, expanding, and pulsing. The trail winded on and on, and it was slowly getting darker. There was only a pathetic splash of gray covering everything. I looked around, and noticed black and white markings on the trees. I thought they were just the construction workers' marking, and looked down and continued my walk. I pondered various things for what seemed like hours, and at the same time, nothing. I heard twigs breaking, and looked up, frosen with that same blank expression I had been wearing for hours. I saw or heard nothing more, then continued. I studied the markings on the trees more closely, and saw that they were in fresh black spray paint. They were emoticon style symbols, like "^w^" and "=)". Their innocent look didn't reassure me, and my heart started a steady rhythm increase. I continued hearing rustlings and snaps. I walked on though. I soon came to a clearing overgrown with ferns, then turned back. I heard something big scamper, then continued.
By now, my heart was racing. All of my senses had been dramatically heightened, especially hearing. I heard long off cars revving, dogs howling and barking, and more twigs snapping. I heard my feet crunch leaves, and I heard my heels drag on rocks. I started seeing brilliant lines of nothingness cross my eyes, and a white glow near the top of my vision. My heartbeat and footsteps then went inot a sort of desynchronized, yet intervening beat. They would be in rhythm together, then go off. It was getting darker still, and everything looked pallid and grey. My eyes started playing tricks on me. I saw strange checkered spirals, and flashes of red dots. Every bundle of leaves looked like a dead crow. Every clutch of white stones seemed like a set of bones. Every stump was blackened in the enigmatic twilight, and looked like grotesque feline creatures. I heard more sounds still. I quickened my pace by an infinitesimal peice. Then, I thought I heard someone call my name. I heard the "no" of the last part, Paulino. I thought I was just imagening it. The trail had been deceptively long, but I was finally approaching the last leg of the way back. I heard the sound again, and was sure it was someone calling my name. I continued walking without answering. I still wore the blank, emotionless look from three hours ago. I heard it a third time, and identified it as the voice of my father. I had finally gotten to the end of the path, where it reconnected with the main trail. I responded in Spanish. "Mande?" "Donde estas?" I paused, hesitant for a second to answer the question. I finally called back, "Ya me voy ha hir saliendo." I waited for a response, and, upon not hearing one, walked out of the forest.
It always seems like time completelly stops, and at the same time, accelerates, each time I walk inot and out of that forest. I felt that same feeling again, but ignored it. I crunched over the field of whites stones, walked around the machines, the continued to my home. I cut across the neighbors driveway, then padded onto our front lawn. I stumbled over the big, wooden roots of our tree, went up the concrete steps that led to our door, then entered my house.
All the lights were on, and the door had been left unlocked. I went in, looked around for about two minutes, then marched back out.
I retraced my steps back into the forest. As I had before, I walked with my head down, staring at the ground in front of me. It seemed to heave upwards and down. I was walking across a flat, rocky expanse, but it felt as though I was going up an escalator. I entered the forest trail again. I called out to y dad. "Apa!" "Mande?" "Donde estas?" "Aqua." I followed his voice to a trail perpindicular to the first one I had entered. I suddenly exploded into a sprint, up the winding path, then abrptly sropped in front of my father. We exchanged quick, low questions and answers. He asked me if I had seen my mother. I said no, the house was empty when I went in. He told me she had come look for me this way, and so we went in search for her.
We continued in silence, only breaking it to yell out my mother's name. It had darkened since. Everything was now bathed in a greyish-black, and seemed to melt together. The road melted into the treeline, and as I looked at my father's heels, his shadow accompanied them. We soon reached a clearing, where it was evident that there had been some construction. It was all in a grassy expanse, surrounded by a small stream and trees. We continued, walking along a hard dirt path.
We finally caught sight of my mother. My father quickened his pace a bit, but I lagged behind. We finally got to each other. My mother was sobbing. She embraced me and said "Don;t you ever leave without telling us again." I emotionlessly returned the hug, blankly staring at the trail behind her. After a few minutes, we headed back. My father was in front, I was in the middle, and my mother in the back. I could hear her gasping and sobbing behind me as I trudged facelessly along the dirt trail. We re-entered the forest, and there was a deeper shade of black. You could barely recognize anything, it all seemd to meld together. We continued like an out of place mourning march, my mother only ever emitting an occasional gasp.
We finally reached the main trail, then crossed the aforementioned field of white stones and the macines. Time seemd to have had stopped and exploded forward again. I walked along, then padded onto the grass again. I stumbled yet again on the roots, since everything was pitch black by now. It had been 6 hours since I had walked out. I walked up the concrete steps again. A toad heard me, and hopped into the shrubbery. I creaked oen the door, stepped inside, kicked off my Vans, then threw myself onto the couch.
I instantly died into a dreamless sleep.
I wrote this so that years from now, I can look back. Look back at the time when I first "ran away from home". When I first made my mother cry. When I first felt something important die inside me.
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