Prologue…
Looking out the window at the city, the city I know called home. I knew the one thing that had to get done was the bed…the bed had to be set up.
It wasn’t because I was tired. I didn’t even really expect to sleep really. That was something I had given up on awhile ago, but I’d be lying if that skyline I couldn’t take my eyes off of didn’t give me hope that good night sleep existed.
It had been that way for months. Barely sleeping, always watching, and wondering when if it was going to happen again. I had gotten used to it. I didn’t let not sleeping bother me…much. Hell I was even accepting that this life was, especially for people like me. I had even gotten good at hiding the dark circles, the always looking over my shoulder. I got so good at hiding things that the people I felt almost comfortable around stopped asking how I was doing, if I was ok.
I really tricked them into thinking that I was better, that my life hadn’t been shattered into pieces that night 7 months ago. I wonder what they thought, said when they saw that note on my old door.
I’m leaving. I have to. I can’t really be myself here, at least not anymore. I’m not sorry that I am leaving because it is for the best, for everyone who is involved. I am sorry that I am just leaving those of you who stood by me these past 7 months, the ones who still cared & and only wanted to help.
For Now, Maybe Always,
Finley
That letter was nothing but the truth. I had to leave West Virginia, and the way I left was the only way I could think of. I had been looking and planning when I was alone. Not one person had any idea what I had been thinking, I didn’t want to tell anyone, in case they heard, in case he would come and find me.
What I wanted most was to even see if it was even possible to be my…my old self again.
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