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It all started with a window.This window wasn't just a window by my only glimpse of the reality I have tried to escape to. Those years went by with no sight of the outside world and only my mother's idea of perfect. Trapped inside that house with only my mother's teaching and ideas brain washed into my head.
That one day when I felt brave, I pulled back that curtain and took a look outside. There you were. Blond hair that covered your eyes, is all that I saw before our eyes connected. I dove back inside and didn't remove the curtain again.
Weeks went by and your image won't go away. Mother yells as I try and finish my school work to her liking. All I could think about was that window.
It all started with a window.
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I am not in that house any more. I ran off on my 18th birthday, and vowed never to return. That boy with the blond hair is still etched in my memories.It has been only six months out of that house but I find myself longing to go back where I am loved, I have to tell constantly remind myself I can't. The one thing I do want to do is find that boy. There was something there when he looked at me.
The streets are harsh. I can't quite tell you how I have made it this far. I didn't bring anything with me but the clothes on my back and my mother's little bit of cash. I started out scared of everything around me. I have had no exposure to the world at its worst. I didn't go far from home, just into the city. I am living in a homeless shelter under a false name, Elizabeth Maria Carter. I don't trust anyone just yet but I don't mind talking about somethings. Most of my house life are kept put away and I don't plan on removing them. The safe within my head is locked tight.
I am more of a people watcher, than a talker. I sit in the living room with the other kids and I watch them interact. They have tried many times to talk to me but I normally have a short conversation and try to go back to my book. I love to read but as long as I have my book I can watch without interruption.
The one lady I feel comfortable talking to is Judy, she runs the shelter. She has tried to get me to open up but these stories are my own. I really like Judy and she is a nice lady but she wants to know too much. I would much rather keep all of this to myself and hope that the suffering I am enduring will go away once time goes by. I know these are bad hopes but I don't need other people in my business.
After a few weeks have gone by I made one friend, Kate. She shares a room with me and I decided that being friends wouldn't be all that bad. She is nice and ran away from her home at 18 also. She is very quiet about her former home life but is outgoing and wants to start her own life. She came her 2 weeks before I showed up and has been trying to figure out what the next step is. I told her a little about myself, such as, I use to live close by and my father died when I was very young. I told her about the same things I told Judy.
