What is the most important thing to you…
Part 1 Runaway
“You know what, I hate you…” this is what I said to my dad before I ran away from home.
Three years ago, my mum died in a car accident. By that time, I was 14 years old. After that tragic accident, my dad lost his job. He get drunk and come back home very late at night, sometimes, he doesn’t come back at all. He just piss me off sometimes. Usually, I run away form home, I hate that kind of dad that always slap his daughter when he gets drunk.
Three years later…
It’s been three years, he didn’t change at all. So, as a result, I run away again. I grab my favourite violin and runaway.
It was winter… What I’m wearing is just my school uniform… The wind is strong, but I’m running against it. Suddenly, I fell down, my body can’t move. I’m black-out.
