A New Beginning.

That was in fact the last fight. My dad was never going to hurt me anymore. I just had to keep hoping I could run fast enough. And then I heard the cry in the other room. My little two year old sister, my parents always neglected. It was more like I was her mother. My parents hated girls. We were a pretty big family, with me having 8 brothers and then me and my little sister. I really have no idea why my mom hating girls, but she always wanted boys and took care of them more, and my father agreed with her, and as I got older it got worse. My father started hitting me, and my mom would laugh. I’m really starting to wonder why I didn’t think of running away sooner.

I looked at the time, “9:00” I said in a silent whisper.

I had 2 hours and I would be leaving by 11. I started packing; I simply had the food packed for weeks, peanut butter, and lots of water. I saved up around 80 dollars, as if that would last me long enough. I already had the train ticket. It was a long trip. I would have to get on and off four times. And I would end up in Alabama. Let’s pray no one would look for me there.

I heard her cry again and ran into their picked her up and started rocking her. “There, there shhhhh, I’m here, sissy’s here.”

And then she opened her eyes, and looked at me, and right then I knew she wouldn’t suffer. I wouldn’t let them treat her like they did me. I put Lexi down and ran to her closet. I grabbed a huge amount of her clothes, six twenty-four packs of diapers, food, and her favorite teddy. I stuffed that all into two bags. I looked back up at the clock, 10 o’clock. I ran back to my room, grabbed my already filled back pack and a huge warm blanket and pillow. Threw them all into a fourth bag and put all four bags into my sister’s room. 10:45, jeez where was all the time going.

I heard snoring which meant my parents were already off to bed. My brothers were in there room by nine so they wouldn’t be an issue. I grabbed my little sister and put her into her carrier. I went back to my room and wrote a note to my best friend. His name was Trevor and he had to know where I went. Or at least have an idea.

 

Trevor,

Once you get this I’ll be gone. I just wanted to say I had to do this, and I think you understand. I took my sister, she will never suffer anymore. We are going far away, and I’ll call you as soon as I get the chance. Take care of yourself. :)

Juliet <3

Ps: Destroy this.

I sat down for only a few seconds before looking up at the clock. 10:56. Better leave now, and with that I grabbed all four bags and slumped them on my shoulders, grabbed my sister who was already sleeping and headed down the stairs.

I had already forgotten how old my house was, silly me neglecting the fact that my stairs were old and wooden and squeaked a lot. But I had to go, time was running shorter. I stuck to the sides of my stairs because honestly, everyone knows that is the strongest part. And it took me several minutes but I was finally down the stairs, and then my sister’s cry broke out.

I tried muffling it as best I could and ran to my back door as fast as I could. I opened it with care and as soon as it was open enough for me and the things I was carrying to fit through I left, shut the door and stepped outdoors.

It was actually pretty peaceful outside tonight, the stars were shining and since there was no moon there was little shadows. But I hadn’t the time to stare at the pretty sky for I was on a mission. I ran through my backyard, and into Trevors. I placed my sister and the bags down and ran to his window. I knew he had left it open like he always had, I just slightly put my arm into his room and put the note on his desk, knowing he would find it there.

Hearing my sister cry again, I grabbed her and the four bags and began my dart through the moonless night. I checked my watch and it said 11:30 meaning I had an hour and a half to run 2 miles to the train station.

 

It was scary, running in the dark to say the least. You couldn’t see much and I wasn’t the best runner. I kept tripping and feared falling and my sister getting hurt. My sister somehow managed to fall asleep by the time we had gotten to the train station. It was 12:45, and I was glad I made it...well we made it. I sat down with the bags and my ticket in the far back corner of the station, awaiting my turn to get on the train. I even brushed my hair and washed my face, making it appear as though I was just a traveler who was going out of town.

 

Then they called my train’s number. And well, I was a little more than anxious as I flew up from my seat startling a group of elderly in front of me. I apologized and grabbed my sister and the bags and ran to the ticket man. He asked me for my ticket, and I was glad to show it to him. He then asked for my I.D., and that part scared me. I was using a fake I.D. and I had to pretend I was over the age of 20. And I was 15. Plus I was carrying a baby with me...but who knows, maybe the ticket man was having a good day and he let me pass.

I jumped aboard the train and found a little booth that hadn’t been taken yet. I dropped the bags on the floor, and shut the little door separating me from the world. We sat there for what seemed hours, but it could have been that I was very fearful at the moment, whatever was happening next thing I knew we were moving, and I felt something on my face. It was wet, and hot.

 

A tear, and not the one you usually feel when you are upset or angry, but a tear of relief, that I made it, we made it, and we were going to have to learn that sweet old Alabama song. I felt a smile appear on my face, and with that I grabbed my little sweet sister from her cradle, and held her in my arms. I rocked her back and forth, slowly but with a rhythm and I didn’t know what I was listening to in my mind, but whatever it was, it was what I fell asleep to.

 

I woke up to someone poking me gently in the shoulder. My eyes slowly opened and saw a lady in a gray uniform looking at me and saying something. I then looked outside, and saw what time it was. It was 5:00 in the morning, we had arrived.

 

I then gently put my little sister back into her cradle and luckily she was still sleeping. I grabbed the bags and slumped them over my shoulders as I had done earlier. I went through the door following the lady in her gray uniform to the door. I stepped off the train and unthinkingly stepped into the sun. It was hot out. Really hot, I forgot that temperature changes between how up north you are. I also forgot that I was supposed to get changed on the train, but I was tired, and that little nap did help. With that I ran to the bathroom, and put my little sister on the diaper changer station they had.

 

I first off took off the clothes she had on, and threw them into the bag, and pulled out little shorts and a tank top. I changed her diaper and put on her clothes as gently as I could. I had no idea why Lexi was so tired. I put her back into her cradle and took her and our stuff into the handie cap stall. I got changed, into shorts and a tank top as well and then grabbed all of our stuff and walked out of the bathroom. I then grabbed a little map they had for people, like me, that had no idea what was in the state. I thought it might be best for us to go to the beach, that way us having the bags might look normal.

 

The beach was nice, the sand hot, the sun blazing, but the feelings were strong. I sat with Lexi under a tree so we would be shaded while I sat thinking of what we would do tonight.