Staring down, she had nothing to lose, and nothing to go back to. She stared down, thinking on what she had left, thinking about what she had to stay for. Nothing, nothing at all. All that was left was misery and memories that would haunt her forever. She closed her eyes and let the few memories of love engulf her. Tears of joy ran down her face as the memories of her first entered her mind. That would be the one thing she would miss.
She jumped. Out her window and into the streets. Her bags at hand and the remaining change left in her piggybank in her back pocket. She had left her home, crying for the lost memories of the past... crying for the family she tried to love... crying for the family that would never miss her...
Standing in the cold, she wondered if he would let her stay, just for the night, until she could figure out where she could go. Her bus came, she hesitated for only moment. She no longer had to fear, for she had nothing to lose. She had lost all fear of falling, she no longer had to be something she wasn't.
She knocked on his door... She realized... even if he said no... she was still better off than being in that house, she was forced to call her home.
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