You asked me why I knew where you lived. I told you I looked it up-along with other peoples-out of sheer boredom. I lied. What I was too afraid to tell you was that that was my Plan B. My emergency exit. My bomb shelter. Because I was afraid that one day I would run away but have nowhere to run to. Because some days the only comforting thought in my head was I'll run away tomorrow because I had a backpack packed in my closet just in case. Because since I was too scared to fight, my only option was flight. I'm sorry that I lied. I'm just too scared to fight. You and two other people became safe and sometimes I needed that. A hope of safety. Is this bad?
