Runaway

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"You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink
Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I'm covered in the colors."

- Colors by Halsey

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THE MORNING OF SATURDAY, I got a text from J that he wouldn't be able to come for the hike. I wasn't much for going by myself, but I did need some air and some Vitamin D. It would either be staying at home doing nothing or go hiking, maybe discover something new...?

The mountains called to me more than the apartment that needed to be cleaned.

I packed my bag with random essentials: sketchbook, pencils, charcoal, camera, jacket, flashlight, food, poncho, flint, some rope, and lots of water. I concluded to take a compass since it was foggy this morning, I guessed that it would be stormy in the foothills and mountains so I didn't want to get lost.

Oh, and I'm not one of those extremely advanced climbers who knows everything and anything about hiking. I do it for fun, I'm not into the extreme mountain climbing.

Let's just say, I like taking the path less taken by others. I like exploring, I like discovering. Not competition.

I loaded into my Jeep around 8:00 AM, I managed to beat the morning traffic but there was still an accident that held me back a bit.

My road trip was boring without J, he always livened up the mood and tended to crack some jokes here and there. Oh, and he loves stories. Sometimes he'll gossip but he's more into true events that were hysterical and has to tell me about.

That's what I loved about J, he just opened himself up to me but around other people he goes back into his shell. I'm glad I can be that person who gets to see the other side of someone.

And my other friends, Kate and Lexi, they just prefer shopping over hiking any day. Some days I could get them outside and climbing, but they usually complain about getting their expensive outfits dirty or ripped.

Just like I predicted, it was snowing in the foothills. It wasn't sticky snow so once it touched me it would melt, but the strong winds were something different. I made me shiver uncontrollably once I got out of my Jeep. I grabbed my backpack from the back of the car, locked it, then set off on my one person adventure.

The mountains welcomed me, and I welcomed them. I wished I could live up here, but school dug into my time and bogged me with work. It would cost huge amounts of gas to travel back and forth, and I wasn't planning of working two jobs at the moment.

My boots dug into the moist earth as I started down the side of the mountain; I adjudged to climb down the mountain to a river that snaked through the Rocky Mountains to create a spectacular scene of the forest and the cliff sides. I usually didn't go there because my friends enjoyed going up instead of down.

The forest was the greenest I had ever seen it. Since of the rain and snow, it had knocked all the pollen, dead twigs, leaves, and branches from them. They were defiantly getting enough precipitation, and since the forest was so dense I bet it was good for them.

The rocks were slick from the snow and the further I went downwards I noticed that some snow had started to accumulate. I climbed with cation using the moss just in case I slid, and I marked the trees with my pocket knife just if I lost my way. I loved the mountains, but I had seen enough horror movies to scare me about getting lost in them.