Unraveling.

Present day.
Oh no,  it's coming again. The word PUKE. I can't. I'll have to control. Breathe in, breathe out.

I was a pretty sober kid. Then life happened. Life is like that annoying kid in school who reminds the teacher bout homework. You want to forget bout his existence. But no,  he's there.

May 12, 2017. I ran away from my house. I had been planning it for the longest time ever. Finally that night,  I mustered all the courage and ran.  I couldn't take in anymore of my parents abusing each other. I couldn't take in anymore of cajoling me to do Medical when I wanted to take up Management. I couldn't take it anymore.
It was tough. Tough to let go of family. Tough to let go of the place where people know me.
It's all different here. No one knows me. No one cares even. They're all busy. I look at the morning sun and brighten my cadaverous self. A cup of coffee and the newspaper, sorting out apartments, is pretty much my schedule every day.

I have a job,  a job fancier when dreamt but tougher in reality. I deliver pizza. Fascinating?  Not so much. People are mean. They cut my money if I'm late by a minute. And I've screwed up many times.

So what is so exciting about my life then?
My life is mine. I make the decisions. Here no one expects anything from me. Well,  of course the landlord. He expects me to pay my rent on time every freaking time. I mean, hey you can cut me some slack!  Anyways.
Present day.
Breathe in, breathe out. Oh no, *pukes.
My head felt like a boulder, a little lighter after puking. I looked up and my vision blurred. Everything around me started drifting away. Or I felt like someone pulled me backwards. Oh no,  is that an earthquake?  Everything started shaking. And a weird sound kept on increasing its volume.
May 12,2017.
I woke up. I turned around and my eyes caught something. The letter I wrote to my parents.  Next to it, was my backpack, stuffed with things I'll need in my new journey.
This is the toughest part, should I run?