Running Away

The other night, I came home from a movie, and was upset. What was I upset about? I have no idea. And I still don't know, even after thinking about it for some while.
Anyways, I told my mum I was walking around the block. (I like to walk when my emotions are all crazy, it calms me down) She looked at me suspiciously, and said "No. It's late and you are scantily dressed." I looked down at my blue and white striped tank top and jeans. Perfectly normal. "Fine, I'll put on a sweater then." And went in with a slam of the door, grabbing my sweater, and proceeded back outside, telling my mum I would only be 2 minutes, tears welling up in my eyes for some unknown reason as the gravel crunched beneath my feet.

I turned the corner sharply, and walked, my head down, staring at my feet. Suddenly I needed to run. I had to. I just felt it. I had to move faster. I had to get away. I broke into a run, looking up from my feet to the empty street ahead of me. I ran faster. I turned the next corner and kept on running. I heard a loud truck beside me, and an annoying voice yelling:'Run faster! Run faster!'
I payed no attention, and just kept going. I swiveled around the next corner, almost running into an elderly woman. I didn't even pause to say sorry.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I ran faster. My breath was coming in gasps. My vision impaired by the tears streaming down my face. I pushed myself harder, sure my feet were going as fast as they possibly could. It hurt. But I pushed. I turned the last corner and tried to go even faster, trying to get away. But from what?

When my house was in sight, I came to an abrupt stop. My breathing so loud, I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear it. I sank down to the sidewalk, and sat on the edge, trying to reclaim my breath, and get a hold of my ever flowing tears. It worked. As my breathing slowed, the tears dried. I got a grip on myself, and when I was sure I was back to normal (on the outside) I walked the rest of the way home slowly. My mum eyes me curiously as I walked past her and into the house.

--Only today did I realize what I had been running from... I had been running from myself. Trying to get away from the person that disgusted me. That fake person. That annoying person. That person who was pretending to be someone who she wasn't. And It worked, she still hasn't caught me, not yet. So if I seem different, that would be why. It's because I'm real. Finally.