Runaway - Chapter 3
Saturday
I was in a new room now. One without a window. My dad must have been worried I’d try to escape again. So he was keeping me prisoner in a windowless cage.
But I didn’t have any visitors. None of the nurses told me anyone was trying to reach me.
Which meant my dad didn’t really have anything to worry about.
Where would I go? Kennedy hated me. Isabella was trying to kill me.
My friend Felix was in jail because of me.
I looked down at where my ring once sat. Matt didn’t love me anymore.
I had nowhere to go.
And I was tired.
I closed my eyes tight, wishing I could wake up from this hell.
Everything hurt. Every single inch of my body. But nothing hurt as much as my heart. It felt like it was shattered in a million tiny pieces.
I closed my eyes tighter.
I was familiar with this feeling. I’d felt the same way when my mom passed away. And I’d felt it again when I lost Uncle Jim.
It felt like…loss. Unsurmountable loss. I felt my tears trail down the sides of my face, falling into my hair.
I couldn’t do this again. I just wanted to let go. Matt and Kennedy’s words swirled around in my head.
“You’re just like Isabella.”
“My life isn’t a fucking fairytale like yours, Brooklyn.”
“I guess we’re both liars.”
I’m a monster. A whimper escaped my throat.
Why couldn’t it all be a dream? Why couldn’t I wake up?