The Girl Who Lived

On the Run Again

This time was different though, this time I had a friend who was helping me. I didn’t really know who this ‘friend’ was but he or she helped me. I didn’t go back to the system as soon as last time. It was amazing! Being able to be free on the streets for months before the cops found me again was exhilarating! I got to live, I got to be free. I found my dad, he was in prison, right where Mr. Prevy said he was. I went to go see him. He didn’t recognize me at first, but once he asked me who I was.

I said: “it’s me dad” he was amazed that I found him. He didn’t know what to say, he said that he didn’t mean to kill my mom and he was sorry for everything that I had been through. I said that it was okay and I was happy that I found him. My freedom was short-lived. It was fun while it lasted. Now, most people would think that living on the streets is a bad thing, but for those who are running away from a bad situation, it can be a surprisingly good thing. 

I had my “friend” who would get me money, so I didn’t have to beg for money, which was nice. I could go visit my dad whenever, well until he told me to stop visiting him. He didn't want me to see him like this, and that I should go live my life and forget all about him. That hurt to hear, but I respected his wishes, I didn’t visit him anymore.  It hurt knowing where my dad was, and the fact that he doesn’t want to see me any more, it hurt. There wasn’t anything I could do about it though. He took me off the list of people who could visit him, and when that didn’t stop me, he did something stupid to get his privileges' taken away. He is my dad, why wouldn’t he want to see me. 

I stopped bothering after a few days of getting nowhere, there wasn’t anything I could do. I had to stop drawing attention to myself anyway, if my caseworker found me I would be brought to another crappy home. I decided to stay under the radar the best I could. 

Then I was caught. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I accepted fate and went along with the fact that this may be where I am supposed to be. I didn’t like giving in so easily.