The clock struck
midnight when I sneaked outside. The house was silent and I
tiptoed down stairs. Opening the front door, I found the streets
of Birmingham were as dark as death. The wind was icy cold and it
was raining heavily. I had nowhere to shield myself from the
rain. The trees were swaying in the wind like a pair of curtains.
I had never seen the streets so empty; they brought back so
many memories that were both
pleasant and miserable.
I felt so
vulnerable walking on my own, just hoping nobody would see me,
making me feel nervous and defenceless. A sense of relief washed
over me, escaping out of the house was a risky thing to do, but
there was still a chance that they would wake up and realise that
I had gone.
My fingers were
cold as ice. I put them into my pockets and found a creased
photograph of my family. We didn't always fall out.
many clothes in my rucksack, but it still felt like as if I was
carrying a bag of stones. I wasn't as prepared as I should have
been. Maybe I should have planned this through. It dawned on me
that I had forgotten to take my iPod with me. Warm tears streamed
down my cheeks as I remembered my last encounter with my
I just couldn't
stop the tears; my mother's words were like a dagger to my heart.
When I finally calmed myself down, I noticed out of the corner of
my eye that I wasn't alone. I quickened my pace and lost track of
whoever was following me. The road was isolated, apart from a few
cars passing by. Feelings of fear and dread overwhelmed me. It
felt like there were so many unspoken words that I didn't
understand. I never would have dreamed I would have the nerve to
run away, even though I loved my family dearly. I always thought
I was special to my family, but now I was here abandoned, walking
on my own looking for a place to stay.
When I arrived
at Birmingham New Street station, the place was deserted apart
from two cleaners. They seemed unaware of my presence. I could
see them chasing after bits of rubbish on the floor. The stench
of bleach wafted through the air.
rumbled at the smell of coffee, reminding me I hadn't had
anything to eat since yesterday. A chicken sandwich sounded good,
however it was dry and flaky as if it had been sitting outside
all day; I ate it anyway.
Safety was my
main goal now and that's what Birmingham New Street provided me
with. People didn't know the reason why I was here. There were
people everywhere and it was well lit.
Many people were
waiting for the first train that was going to London. One of them
was a young boy with his mother sitting in front of me playing
with his mother's phone. That made me feel even more vulnerable
as I didn't have anyone with me and I felt irritated at leaving
my most valuable belongings behind.
was my best option because I was afraid that my puffy eyes and
filthy rucksack would give me away. I finally realized how much I
missed my family. Not only my family, but also my belongings, my
mum's food, my brothers and sisters, my father's jokes, but
unfortunately, this was how life was: you don't always get what
you want. This was the biggest mistake I had ever made. I was
starting to regret the things I had done, hoping I would be
As soon as I got
off the train, I looked around. Everybody seemed to be laughing
and smiling. It felt like everybody was happy apart from me. I
wished things could go back to normal. I headed towards the exit
and went to the nearest park. As I was walking, I could feel the
sun on my face and hear the birds singing their favourite hymns.
Smiling couples were holding hands and shrieking children were
chasing each other. It made me feel so lonely. I sat on the
nearest bench and watched two young children playing with each
I felt so lonely
and upset. My eyes filled with tears - tears that held so much
love for my family, my tears that were calling my family telling
them I was alright, my tears that helped me to remember the
amazing times we had, my tears that were telling me to call my