Disbelief

How could he? I thought the question over and over on the top of my loft bed, as I stared into space. How could he? Tears fell freely down my cheeks and I didn't lift a finger to wipe them away. I was silent, mute. I couldn't talk if I wanted to. I was numb.

I trusted him. I believed him. I hung onto his every word, and he betrayed me. Told me he would be there for me. That he would never leave me. It was all a lie. Did he think I was dumb? That he could play with my heart? That I was just a five-year-old kid that he could pretend to and then just leave me in the dust? To brush me off as soon as he was alone? To pretend he didn't know my name? That he didn't know my secrets. That he didn't know that I loved him? How could he?

I would show him. He would be sorry. My unbelievable sadness had turned into raw anger. I would cut him off from me forever. He would wish he had never done this to me. He will be sorry, I vowed.

That night I didn't fall asleep when I went to bed, but instead, I lay awake and waited. I waited until everyone in the house was asleep. Until every last light was turned off. Until there was not a sound in the house except for slow soft breathing. Then I climbed noiselessly out of bed and tip-toed to the garage. I walked to where our garden tools were hanging and snatched a rope From where it was hanging on its hook. I waited at the door and listened once again. No one had waken up yet.


I silently ran back to my room and shut the door, flicking on the lights. I took a deep breath and walked over to my loft bed. my heart was pounding, my body shaking. I could not believe what I was about to do. I hung the coiled rope on the pole of my bunk bed and knelt to the ground.


I slowly reached under the bed and pulled out the pack that I had made earlier. It contained all my clothes and money, my heaviest coat, a handful of granola bars, a survival book and a map. All the stuff I needed to run away. I pulled out a sheet of paper from my notebook and wrote a note explaining to my mom. I wrote another one to my betrayer and folded it and put his name on the front. Then I placed all of my belongings inside of a blanket, folded it up and tyed it with my rope. I slung my pack on my back, took one last look arouned my room, and left.

I put my note to my mom and him, whose name I dare not say, on the Dining Room table, and opened the door. There was a full moon tonight and it cast a clean white glow on the sleeping world outside. A playful breeze spun thru' the evergreen trees stirring up their long, gracefull branches. They looked as if they were doing a dance. I took a big, deep breath, shut the door behind me, and disapeared into the darkness.