5, runaway

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TW: mention of rape, dead dog

*also julia is still in school in this chapter, she's 17 and so is matt *



life has been so hard lately. my dog died, my bestfriend found new friends inside the popular crowd, my dad has become more abusive and worse of all, i was raped. of course matt knows none of this.

i pack my bag, school bag. my phone, charger, clothes (including underwear, bra etc.), pads, flashlight and pepper spray. tears roll down my cheeks, i'm finally leaving. i wrote scheduled messages to go out to, matt, my dad and my grandparents. 

my eyes go watery and i see my blade on the counter. i grab my blade and shove it in my jumper pocket. i open up my window and grab my bag. i slowly get out of my window and i'm now on the roof. this is my first time running away, i'm sick of my dad, he makes me feel worthless. matt hasn't seen me in days, he's tried to meet up with me, but I've refused.

i'm covered in bruises all over my body. of course, I don't want matt to see the bruises. i never want him to know what im going through. i slowly walk down my roof and go down the ladder i set up. im on the ground and i run down the driveway.

i cry, alot as i run down the street. i make it into town and people are giving me weird looks. someone posted on their snap story to look for me because matt has been worried ever since the message i sent to him. 

people are spamming my messages and my snapchat location is off. i put my black hood over my head so people don't notice me. i wear black sunglasses and white converses. my black hair flows down my chest.

i walk down the main street of town and i see some of the people at my school look at their phones while anxiously looking around. are they looking for me? i cross my arms as i walk down the street.

i make it to a small hide out. there are rocks everywhere and no one is around. i sit in the corner, where no one can see me. i pull out my blade and pull up my sleeve, revealing scars and cuts. i make small lines on my wrist with the blade.

"fuck." i wince in pain as i bite my lip. my eyes go watery. what if matt finds me in this state? i told him i'd stay clean, i broke my promise. i put the blade back into my pocket and pull down my sleeve. i curl up and start to cry. 

i plug in my air pods and listen to wishing well by juice wlrd. juice wrld, xxtentation, lil peep and billie ellish are my favorite artists. mascara rolls down my cheeks.

"somethin feels broke, need to fix it. i cry out for help, do they listen? i'ma be alone till i'm finished." those lyrics hit hard.

i continue to cry silently. my eyes go watery again. i start to shake. every time i try to talk to myself, my voice trembles and begins to break. 

everyone feels like this at one point, right? my eyes dry out. my head is lying back, and my hands are attached to my knees. i feel so drained.

my wrists have finally stopped bleeding from being soaked in by my jumper. my wrists still hurt like hell though. my cheeks are covered in wet mascara. my lips are chapped. and i have small cuts near my eyes from glass my dad threw at me a few days ago.

2 days later:

"hello? julia?" a group of people call out. i don't hear, im almost passed out. my eyes are shut and im tired. "Holy shit!" someone runs towards me. "lia, jules! open your eyes, honey." a familiar voice says, it's matt.

"w-what?" my eyes slowly open. im out of my mind. tired as hell. "it's matt, are you okay?" matt asks, softly. "i'm fine." i sigh. he notices the cuts on my face and the bruises on my legs. "your not okay, remove your jumper please." he says in a raspy voice, clearly concerned.

im to tired to deal with this shit so i stand up and remove my jumper. the cuts i made a few days ago are now scabs. "h-honey..you relapsed?" he asks, pulling me into a hug. i nod, ashamed. he rubs my back softly.

"you cant send a text like that and just leave. i-i know everything now and your living with me." matt rubs my shoulder. "yeah, okay." i look at the ground.

"i love you, julia." he kisses my cheek before helping me out of the corner I've been in for 2 days. "she's safe!" matt yells to the search group.



authours note: there could be a next part if you guys want!? please give me ideas in the comments cause i have no ideas !!




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