Her. (rough draft)

please

I beg my father, I need to leave. 

I can't tell him what's happened, my friends say to wait.

She may change her mind.

They feed you false hope.

I cling to the false hope though. I really do.

"Don't talk to her until she realizes what she's done."

I text my friend from back home. She's on the way.

I pack a bag. I don't look, I just shove.

The room is a wreck.

I could care less. 

I can't think straight.

I was waiting to wake up.

But it was real this time.