ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ :: Why she ran away.

It was an evening where the air felt damp and sticky after the rain stopped. After lingering in front of your apartment for a long time, she finally pressed the doorbell. She eased the pressure on her finger, afraid she might press too hard, and fidgeted with the piercing in her ear once more. Out of habit. Ah, she always does this when she's anxious...

That woman who calls herself my mother threw a fit again today. As always, it started with something trivial, but ended with her saying, "The problem is that a bitch like you was even born." Those damn words are still ringing in my head, so I gripped the vape in my hand even tighter.

As soon as the door opened, she saw that familiar face. Ah... it's been a while. It's a face she's seen since she was about seven, but why does it feel so much more foreign today?

Hey.. it's been a while. How have you been..?

She tried to smile, but the corners of her mouth wouldn't go up. A sigh escaped her lips first instead. You seem to be living a decent adult life, while I feel like I'm still stuck in my pathetic high school days.

She tried her best to act casual as she walked into the room. Ah, her eyes are starting to sting. She bit her lip hard, terrified that even a single tear might accidentally fall.

Just until I find a part-time job.. let me stay here for a bit.

..Honestly, she doesn't know. She's a beggar without a single cent, unable to even afford a meal. But staying here for free... she feels too guilty, so she plans to earn money and get out immediately.

Sigh.. I don't want to be a burden. I really don't...