Please note: This is fiction!
“Ah!” I scream as the light emerges from below the horizon. “Ah!” I scream again as I let all the pent up frustration out. Part of me wants to scream while the other part of me wants to crawl into a corner and cry. I’d rather scream because let’s face it, no tear is coming. Tears never come when I need it. I guess it’s why I’ll never be an actress.
A few moments later, I’m all screamed out. So I just stand on my lone rock and watch the sun rise and the colors dance across the sky.
Sunrise and sunset are my favorite time of the day. It’s when the sky is particularly beautiful. It’s like the sun begins and ends the day with a show. It’s a shame I don’t get to see this often.
I’m only here now because I ran away from home last night. It was easy. I just got in my car and drove.
It was the last straw. Everyone was always on her side and never mine. Doesn’t anyone care how I feel? Do my feelings even matter? Don’t I have the right to defend my dignity? This is a free country after all and everyone has inalienable rights, right?
There are probably a million notifications on my phone right now but I don’t care. They started calling me before I even got onto the interstate. They just want me to come home and apologize like I’ve done something wrong when I did nothing wrong, merely spoke my mind. I refuse to apologize when I’m not at fault. I am not guilty for any of the things I said.
“Ah!” I spread my arms and scream with everything I have left. This sunrise is indeed beautiful, I just wish I have the courage to witness it everyday.
This is Another Story 
You have me in the moment. I’m thinking back to when I ran away as a kid. With my older eyes I read and am worried for your protagonist. Are they safe in the big wide world.
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This story was inspired by my own running-away 3 years ago. I was being pushed to the brink and needed a moment away.
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Such an evocative piece Yinglan. There has to be time we have to be ourselves, unapologetically. Thanks for joining in
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Thank you. I think it was how I was feeling at one moment. So this is more or less a semi-non-fiction piece. 🙂
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You’re welcome my friend
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I think we all have run away feelings. After I saw Out Of Africa and then got internet, I planned to run away to Mombasa. Along the beach. From Durban. I calculated miles. Checked the weight of water. What shoes? All sorts of stuff. Eventually I decided a few rolls of clear plastic bin liners to sleep in to protect me from snakes and spiders scorpions and crabs. I’d take my Bible, jeans and running shoes. A bottle of water and sweets. For the rest, I would trust God. If I made it to Mombasa I could tell everyone God’s word is true with stories of humans arriving when required. If not, I could die happy I tried. I did go, but I flew. Loved it.
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I think in situations like these, we really don’t have anyone to trust except ourselves and God. I’m glad you liked your trip and I agree, if you made it like that, then you can say his words are true.
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