#rockgoth

The annoying chime each second from my phone pissed me off as I threw it in the passenger seat. My car was full of boxes and bags at 4:38 a.m. and driving down the interstate. I turned my music up to block out the sound around me. I was done with the people back at home. All judgy Know-it-all’s and had no taste or sense of fashion. Button-ups and white skirts or tan Kackis weren't fashionable, it was Boring and plain

I was made fun of for the dark clothes I wore, or the piercings and tights I dressed in. My heels made me as tall as most boys, sometimes taller, and my black colored nails and make-up made me look slightly paler than I was. Their personalities were all the same. The same faces were full of make-up and the same old clothes. My parents were the same, trying to dress me “Normally” like my other 100 siblings so they wouldn’t be the tale of the town. 

I let out a huff of relief as I turned the channels until I reached a rock channel. Then turned it down, pulling into a parking lot. I was planning on moving to the next state. Which, by the looks of it, I would be there soon.

I found a town with cheap rent and a job. The part of town where I found an apartment looked like shit, but I would fit in somewhat. It was only that part of town and only that neighborhood. I talked to some of the people there and they said they were still working on it. The rest of the town was more… homey. Quiet for the most part, but I was only there for two hours when looking for somewhere to live, so I wouldn’t know.

I pulled beside a gas pump and grabbed my wallet before turning off my car and stepping out. I held the pump until my tank was full and headed into the gas station, getting a quiet “Hello” when I went in and Left for the drinks. I looked down at my black vans as I opened the door to grab a soda and two waters. 

I wasn’t in the most approachable clothes. I wore a DAZY Mock Neck Ribbed Knit Tank Top with a silver chain around my neck, black bag jeans with chains attached, and a black belt. I dyed my hair black a month ago and just had mascara on with silver earrings. Tattoos were written on my arms and a small snake tattoo on my temple. So no, I was not the nicest-looking person.

I grabbed a big bag of potato chips and left it on the counter, leaning on it as I scrolled through my phone and waited patiently for the man to get off the store phone. I heard motorcycles park and the door chime from the other side of the store as the man finally got off the phone. “Uh, anything else?” He asked.

I didn't look up from my phone and nodded. “Number 9, Sweet fruity,” I said, pointing at a vape as I turned my phone off, hearing the laughs of men behind me. He nodded, glancing behind me a few times as I placed money on the counter and grabbed the bag from the man. “Thanks.” He nodded and stopped me before I could turn. 

“Be careful out there, sweetheart.” I raised an eyebrow but nodded and turned, moving past the other men who were waiting behind me. I heard a “Hey Richie” from one of them as I left and a crunch of some sort. 

I made It to the town in about an hour or so. I was given the key to my apartment days before and an extra hidden under the railing. I opened the door to the sad apartment and I dragged two boxes in. Thankfully the room came with an old bed and kitchen, so I didn’t have to sleep on the floor.

Once I had gotten all the boxes and bags in, I changed the sheets and pillows, put the others in the wash, and lay down to take a nap.

I did wake up a few hours later by the ringing of my doorbell. The landlord had left some papers by the door and neighbors came to greet me, some giving me looks like I didn't belong but still being nice about it. They were short visits and some left food behind. Which would last at least a week.

I chomped on a cookie as I pressed on my hair with a towel and picked out my clothes from a box. I grabbed a bowie shirt, smokey gray pants, and a belt. Adding on my dog tag necklace and a few rings on my fingers. I grabbed my vans and jacket and left for my car. 

I had found a job before I left home and told them I would be able to work in a week. My plan was perfect, graduate, army, save money. It took months to find somewhere to live where my family wouldn’t try to find me. I packed throughout the months, acting like I was getting rid of things, and stocked them in a storage unit. I then slowly took canned food out of the cabinets and made a few problems in the house for my parents to focus on while I left for hours to find places. 

Last night was my last step. Which was leaving. I took a few hours off of work to pack half of my boxes and waited till the end of my shift to pack the rest. Then I texted my dad that my car broke down And I towed it to the dealership, where I parked it behind trees at an abandoned parking lot. I left the things I didn't care about in my house and left later that night. Making sure everyone was asleep or occupied as I snuck out of my window with a bag and walked two blocks to my car. Then I drove out of town, blocking my dad and mom, and turned off my location.

If someone asked why I did all of that, It’s because my family would drag me down and back. I made sure no one could find me. And now the last part of my plan.

I pulled into an office and parked as I got out of the car and entered. “Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Henkins's office?” I asked, then led into a room where I displayed my files, birth certificate, and resume. The man placed a contract on one side and a sheet. I had already attended a court case to do what I was doing. So now all I have to do is finish it. I started to sign the papers and gave them back with a smile.

“Great! You were Y/n L/n, Now, your Y/n Miller.” He stated, then handed me a contract. “Ms. Miller, this is from another part of the office. Mrs. Kin told me to give it to you.”

It was a form for my bank account so that I could erase the old one and move all my money into a new one. I smiled and signed it. “Thank you,” I said, handing it back. 

I grabbed groceries before I reached home and hit a local bakery. It smells mostly of strong cinnamon and butter. I walked up to the counter, where a young woman looked up, looking nervous. 

“Did they send you? I’m sorry, I know Richie still needs to get the rest of the money, but we haven't had enough time, I- I swear!” She said, her eyes widened. I raised an eyebrow as I took out my wallet. 

“Uh… I just wanted a donut, Sweetheart…” I said awkwardly. “I just moved here…” I said, placing money on the counter the woman's eyes softened and she let out a sigh of relief but still with her guard up.

“So you're not with the “Wolves?” She asked, making a few people turn their heads.

I laugh. “Uh… no. I don’t even know who they are.” I said. “Strawberry donut and…. Two danishes.” I said, placing an extra $5 down as a tip. I could see her relax and nod.