I let the cool breeze brush against my face as the dark night grew nearer. My bag was packed and sitting next to the end of my bed, next to it was my unpacked suit case. I only packed what I would need. Clothes, extra pair of shoes, and a few granola bars. 

I hoped I was making the right choice. I didn't really know though. This was the best thing I had planned. Well, not best. I sighed and sat on the window sill. Was this really a good idea? I ran away only once before. 

I was caught in less than a day, and then locked in the room in the house. That was the worst week I had. Even James wasn't allowed to visit. No dinner, barely any water. 

I shook my head trying to clear the memory from my head. It wasn't working, but it shifted it enough. I sighed and swung my legs out the open window. I let them hand there for a moment, my gut dropping as I thought of how far down it looked. It was only ten feet, second story, and it wouldn't hurt too much. But I was still nervous. 

I glanced over my shoulder at the desk in the corner. It was clean, clear of everything except a piece of paper and a pen sitting right in front of the chair. My note to Quentin. I hope he'd understand why I had to do this.

I jumped out the window, feet landing on the cushy mulch of the flowerbed. I stood up quickly and started to head down the street. The moon and streetlights illuminated the sidewalk in front of me. 

My sneakers seemed to echo in the quiet morning. Slapping on the sidewalk, it broke through everything and I started to worry. What if someone could hear me? I shook my head and kept walking towards the city. 

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A/N Hey, I know it's short, but I've been struggling to come up with an idea for this. I'm sorry, but I promise a longer chapter is coming. Thank you for still reading this though!