Homeless: en fortælling om at stikke af

I’ve ran away many or not that many times before, but this time I went far very far.

I ran away because of my mother, we have never really got along. But, after the past years it has only gotten worse, I’ve beaten her up some times so she had to go to the doctor and few times even to the hospital. And some day, I just had enough I packed a small bag pack with snacks, money, and some clean clothes and some other things.

Found all my savings and my cell phone and walked out the door, my mother was working at the time, I had skipped school and stood there at the bus stop, waiting for the next bus to go to the nearest city, the nearest train station. I felt people looking, I was shaking over the rush. Getting away from my mother made happy I thought about running away to another country, but didn’t wanted to waste money on it and just stayed put in Denmark. The bus came and I got on.

Months later, after all the “oh, I’m free!” I just wandered around my friends didn’t know where I was, I still had my phone but, no money. Didn’t wanted to waste the money I had left on phone calls and text messages, stupid! I wanted to survive on my own, is that wrong?! Leave me alone was what I had on my mind those months, though I kinda forgot why I had ran away, I didn’t really hate my mother I just couldn’t be around her, she annoyed me but, had I really hated her that much. I didn’t knew after a while, after the time passing by after 6 months away.