The runaway

The runaway

Have you ever thought about running away? Most people have. The problem is there is a lot more to running away than just leaving. Today I am going to tell you my runaway story. First you have to understand some things, Prior to running away I had.. Issues. I had depression anxiety and I cut myself. Now I know what you're thinking. This girl is crazy, and you're right. I am a little crazy. The problem was at that point in my life I didn't know I had anxiety or depression, all I knew was I felt bad and something had to change. So I cut myself.

Well, after I started that bad habit My self esteem, which was already awful, took a hit. A big one. In school I would wear long sleeves to hide myself no matter how hot it got and I isolated myself. A dangerous tacktick when you already feel bad.

Another problem was gym. Everyone knows in Gym you have to change with everyone around. What if someone ratted me out? I could handle that, I would change in the bathrooms or something. It would be fine. But that wasn’t the biggest problem. The biggest problem was that swimming was part of Gym, and there was no way I could walk out in front of my classmates and teachers with cuts on my wrists. So the only “logical” thing I could think of was running away.

Now I didn’t really want to run away from home and I had no friends to go to so I decided to wait as long as possible before making a decision.

During this time I began calling help lines. These were people I believed I could trust to help me without sending me to a hospital or telling my parents. Two of my biggest fears at the time. Long story short, one of these help lines Told me to call a number they gave me and said that this number would have better professionals who could give me better help. So my naive self called the number and was met with a woman who told me that I could either give the phone to my parents and she would explain everything or I could get picked up and brought to the hospital, or she would give the police my number and both would happen. Basically I was terrified. So I ran away.

I told the lady that I was going home to give the phone to my mom and turned in the opposite direction from my house and ran into the woods. I stayed on the phone so that I would be able to get as much distance as possible from home without them looking for me.

After running through the woods I found another neighborhood and walked through it. While I was walking through it I asked the lady if she could maybe have someone else pick me up because I was too scared to go to my mom. She begrudgingly agreed and I had a little more time.

As I walked through a corn field I told her that I was hiding and crying in the woods behind my house. And that I didn’t see the police car that she had sent. She said that they couldn’t find me and to come out. I said ok and dropped the phone on the ground next to a big building and ran.

Now let's stop here and answer a question I’m sure you have. Why in the world would I drop the phone? That was stupid of me. Well as I learned through research, police can track your phone and if you don’t want them to find you, you should ditch it.

So, back to the story, I ran as fast as I could through another corn field although not for long as I was very out of shape and had to stop and walk every once in a while.

After a few hours I got tired and fell asleep laying under a tree and waited for it to get dark when I would do the rest of my running.

See the rest of the story later!