New Beginnings

I can’t remember the last time I felt this energy. Leaving home was the best thing I’ve done, I felt free, my senses heightened and my spirit free. I couldn’t stop running, leaving the small segregated town behind me and into the open world. I would finally be on my own. I wasn’t a slave or anything, just under strict control of what I could do at home. Working there however was consuming too much time, and watching my sister argue over and over to essentially a brick wall of our old parents wasn’t doing anything for us. The day she left was inspiration to my soul. Why should I be drab and broken like my parents decided? I should leave their decisions behind I choose a world of open ended doors, where everything won’t go my way. I needed to see outside of their narrow views of working until you die. I have a good work ethic, I choose to believe this, and I believe I can get better with my skills that I’ve honed in over the years. Granted, they could be far better but I’m not that prideful.
The nature of this world was filled with scents I couldn’t describe, I haven’t been out since my previous chore was replaced by staying indoors. Food smells wouldn’t describe the forest that I was currently in, so I couldn’t explain what I was smelling here, the most I can say is that it was soft sweetness. Was this what the world outside was like? How much has changed for it? Am I missing out on something more than years ago? What did my sister do, did she end up ok?
Come to think of it, I haven’t contacted her in forever, and now she’ll never be able to contact me again. Her mail were destroyed per request if I didn’t reach them in time, she was seen as a stain that was worth removing on cloth. The cloth was already far more ruined, covered in shreds and threads, but somehow that one felt worth fixing.
They aren’t worth remembering, my parents. They believed in a heavily flawed reality, and they refuse to acknowledge my sister after she told them off and left. They’ll do the same to me, so why bother ever mentioning them again? Oh hey, who are your parents? A question I may face. Well, to simply put it, they’re dead before I really knew them. Yeah, that sounds simple enough.
There was this place I heard of years ago, and before I left, a place where others often go to for safety.. but is it really safety? There were horror stories I heard from the first time I was told. There were people being really nasty, not much I can fully remember, the memories were foggy because of how long ago I heard it. When I heard the town was still around and not completely destroyed, I could go there, it wasn’t too far from here, wasn’t it?
If it wasn’t a good choice to go to, where else could I go? I don’t know if living in a dangerous world is the best option, it doesn’t fit with my ideals, doesn’t it?
Actually, there is a truth to what I remember, life will never go your way? Well I guess that is true. All this time I’m running blindly through the small forest, and I haven’t even considered what I should actually do. I’m not going back, I won’t be happy if I stay home. I stop running and rest against the nearest tree I’m at. It was firm and solid, right against my back as the bark of it rubbed against it, my panting being rapid to slow, recovering the breath I needed in my lungs, losing tension from the rapid work.
I rethink everything that has been going head since I began running. My family, my sister, this town, the new smells I have been sensing and everything. My head is just running through every single thought I could have, and it’s making my head pound away. I needed a minute to feel and smell this world. This outdoors world feels far more open than it had any right to be, and yet, I love it. I can see the freedom, but is there a catch? Something to catch you off guard? I can’t imagine what this world really have stored for me. Should I see the world as what I have in store for it? My mind can’t decide on what it really wants to be like, if I even really knew what this world would really be like.
Despite the racing through my head, I still needed somewhere else to go. That was my first plan, and I can’t go anywhere further. I need to stick to my gut and push further with this new plan, no matter how scared I am. I may be worried but I must push through, you won’t know what will shine if you never decide to make a move. My mind turned to my sister.
She believed in many things, she was the one who gave my mind new reason to break free from what my parents believed, and I needed the right the right push from her. I looked up to her for years, she was older, and therefor she was wiser. She was wiser than my old parents, I can’t deny everything she’s given me to think about, and defend myself from the rest of the world. If I give up, return where to where I used to be, or fail in making myself better, then I wouldn’t do her justice. She is the one that I look up to, even if I will never be able to find her again. I look up to the sky where the trees weren’t blanketing up the view.
This one place seems like the only option to go to.
I’m afraid and alone. Will this be forever?