Behind These Walls

*Elizabeth*

They were fighting, as usual. They never seemed to get along; I don't see why they decided to get married. And they seemed to hate me; I got yelled at for no reason when it was all my sister's fault, or when my brother started a fight with me I was the one sent to my room. I wonder what they will say when I tell them I am one month pregnant and that I am keeping the baby. A girl can only wonder what their parents would say, do, or think about her, especially when they already dislike her. And the thing was they weren't even my real parents. After my mom died of cancer, when I was seven, my dad sent me away to live with some complete strangers, who were human. I didn't belong here, in a household with humans, I am not normal like them and they treat me differently because they know what I am.

As the yelling drifted up the stairs I ran around my room throwing the important things in my bag. The sound of heavy steps coming up the stairs and to my room sent panic through my veins. I quickly threw my last pair of clothes in the duffel bag before closing my eyes and concentrating on a place far away from this house and these people. Banging erupted on my door followed by the thunderous voice of my pissed off foster father. I tried to refocus my mind on leaving and getting out. The banging wasn't helping my case, so I had to run off the old fashioned way.

I ran over to my window and threw it open before jumping the two story drop, landing gracefully on my feet on the grass. Without wasting another second I took off running down the street as I heard my foster father brake down the door.

As I ran into the city people walked around, most ignoring me but a few gave me looks. I don't blame them, if I saw a sixteen year old girl walking around with duffel bags and catching her breath I would suspect something. I ignored the stares as I walked through the bright city; lights flashing, people happily chatting and hanging with friends. As I, well, just ran away. I had to find a place to stay, and I also now had to think about how I'm going to take care of this baby. I wasn't giving it away for adoption, who knows what the family will be like. Sure they could seem nice and awesome at first but what about after ten, fifteen years? Would they still be nice and awesome or changed? I wouldn't risk my baby's life to be messed up like mine was but there was always the option of abortion. No way, I hate abortion, I should be grateful, who cares if I'm only sixteen. There are people out in the world that can't ever have kids. I will keep this baby and give it a great life, the best I can give it.

As for the father, well he has no idea I am having his kid and he probably never will. I am not returning back to this place, I will start a new life. People pushed past me in a hurry, some guy hit my shoulder so bad I was knocked side ways. Glaring at the man's retreating back I walked into my favorite place. It was a quiet and calm little coffee shop; I would retreat to this little safe haven. The walls were an orange color with small and large dark purple dots all over the walls. The lights stayed dim and there were purple booths along left side of the wall of the door, chairs and tables were placed in front of the large window and in the center of the shop. There were a few bar stools in front of the counter; the smell of caramel, mocha, and sweets loomed in the air. I quickly sat at a two chaired table; not many people were here, a boy about seventeen was working behind the counter and a group of four teens around fifteen years old were at a booth happily talking with shopping bags next to them.

I sat there in silence, blocking out all the noise, concentrating. I tried to think of a happy place were I can go to, somewhere with open land and trees, lots of trees; maybe Colorado, no too cold in the winter, maybe Montana, no too close to this place. I got the perfect place and with my teaching I already know of a house that is there. I crossed my legs nd pictured the house from the pictures I saw of it. Slowly the life around me vanished as I stood in front of my new home.

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Sorry I didn't have time to edit it yet.