by Allison Ingram
You hated the life you were living.
You know you shouldn’t let it affect you, yet it still did, anyway. It happened every day, but you guessed after a while it had started to bother you more. You hated going to school. You hated the boring routine. You hated having useless – or at least you thought it was useless – work being thrown at you. You would skip classes very often, whether you decided to hang out in the school bathrooms or just not go to school at all. You thought it was just so pointless. It didn’t help that you didn’t have a very good relationship with your parents. Hell, their abuse is the reason why you became a delinquent in the first place. They treated you like you were the most useless thing on Earth next to a grain of dirt, yet they would get so angry with you when they found out that you were skipping classes. You didn’t know where you stood with your parents. You never knew if they actually cared about you, or if their harsh discipline was just a way to control you. Nonetheless, there was no doubt that your past had caused you to become the very jaded, cynical fellow you are today. You hated going to school. You hated going home. You hated this town. You didn’t have anywhere else to go. You felt as though you were trapped here forever.
And now, you will never find out what their true intentions were.
You stood outside your now destroyed home. Your little sister stood beside you, tears streaming down her face, wailing loudly. Normally when your sister would cry this loud, your parents would just smack her across the face, telling her to shut up.
“That’s annoying, be quiet,” you calmly told your sister as you patted her on the shoulder. But upon you delivering this statement, she just started crying even harder. You just sighed and turned your attention back to the scene in front of you.
Your parents were trapped underneath all that rubble. There was no telling if they were alive or night. You and your sister had already been taken to a bomb shelter when the air raid sirens sounded, because you were on your way home from school. Your parents were still at home, and you had been looking around for them for hours. At this point, you were convinced that they were missing somewhere underneath your destroyed home.
Just like the emotionless person you are, even the sight of your town in ruins, destructive fires, and the sounds of people crying all around you didn’t even make you shed a tear. Even the thought that your parents might be dead underneath all the remains didn’t make you even the least bit upset. You couldn’t care less if they were gone, that would just mean a huge burden would finally be lifted off your shoulders. You could finally be free from their abuse.
With nothing else to do, you decided to search underneath the pile of bricks and sticks and all that jazz. It appears as though the house had been caught in the middle of a fiery blaze, but was not directly hit by one of the bombs. Otherwise, there probably wouldn’t be a single thing left there.
As fire trucks flied down the street and you continued to look through the destroyed remains, you came to a sudden realization. You don’t have a place to come back to now. You don’t have anything to eat, drink, or even use the bathroom in. You’re going to have to live in a homeless shelter once the police find you and your sister. The thought of living in a homeless shelter disgusted you. You didn’t want to be around so many other people that you didn’t know, you didn’t want to eat disgusting meals, and you didn’t want to live by their rules. The thought gave you a chill down your spine.
You looked back at your sister, who still stood crying, but a less than she was before. She approached you as you continued to search.
“B-brother… I’m hungry…” she whined as you heard her stomach growl.
“I don’t have anything,” you responded bluntly.
“I don’t have anything, it’s all been destroyed! Go ask someone else!” Even you were shocked at the coldness of your voice when you yelled at your sister. She stood frozen, staring at you with a look of fear and shock. She once again starting crying really hard, and you were getting annoyed again.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do anything about it. Either you ask someone else or we’ll have to wait. It might be a couple days until-”
“Well can’t we just leave and find something ourselves?!” Your sister yelled at you angrily while still crying. And what she said gave you a great idea. What if you just run away? If you did, you wouldn’t have to worry about the people here who always judged you. You wouldn’t have to worry about being in that same boring place you’ve lived in for your entire life. You could finally break free and start a new life.
You let out a deep sigh and turned to your sister. “You know what, that’s a good idea. Come on.” you took your sister’s hand. It was the first time you had done that in a very long time. You used to be embarrassed by showing kind gestures and affection towards your family.
As you made your way to the end of your street, you were stopped by a cop.
“Hey, someone’s alive!” the cops yelled to their colleagues. “Hey, you have to come with us. We’re going to escort you to a homeless shel-”
“I won’t be going.”
The cop paused for a minute and looked you directly in the eyes. “Why not?”
“We’re going leaving by ourself.”
“But you have to come with us, it’s the law.” the cop said.
Jeffersonville High School, 2016