"Di, sweetheart. Diner is ready." I heard my mother's voice call me from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back but I decided to first finish the last question of my mathematics homework for tomorrow. After that I rolled my office chair backwards and started to make my way downstairs. My parents were already sitting at the dining table with almost empty plates in front of them.

"You're late," my mother said to me while she took a bite of her food.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was finishing my homework," I apologized and quickly I seated myself on the chair. She smiled but my father grumbled something. He never was in good mood. I reached for the serving spoon but while doing so, I accidentally hit my glass with water in it. It started to fall of the table and I frooze it with my mind to stop it from hitting the floor.

"Diamond!" my father shouted with an angry voice and he slammed his fist on the wooden table. I startled from the loud sound and my focus on the glass was immediately gone. It hit the tiled floor and broke apart into small pieces, the water creating a small puddle around it.

"I - I'm sorry," I stuttered, avoiding my father's angry look by looking at my plate.

"You know I don't want this kind of sorcery in my house!"

"I'm sorry," I said again and I pleaded at my eyes at my mother but she only stared silently at her hands. I felt the tears stung behind my eyes but I kept them in. I didn't want to cry, not again. And most certainly not in front of my father.

"Now clean that up, will ya," he spat at me and I swallowed. "Yes, father." I jumped off the chair and walked to the kitchen to grab a dishcloth and a dustpan.

In silence I cleaned everything up but when I wanted to sit down again my father sent me back to my room. "No diner for you."

I looked again at my mother but she avoided my glance. A tear escaped and I let my shoulders drop. "Yes, father." I knew I wasn't suppose to use my gift but sometimes I just forgot. I had only recently found out I was able to do things by just thinking it. I didn't know what it was but it scared both of my parents. When I first had used it, my mother had fainted and my father had shouted very loudly at me.

I ran to my room and dropped myself on my bed, and I let my tears flow. I doubted if I could keep this up for much longer. My father shouting at me and my mother doing nothing about it. And even sometimes, when my father was really angry with me, he would beat me. Not hard but just hard enough to let me know he was displeased with me.

I sobbed even louder and burried my face in my pillow. I wished I could just leave this life behind me. I knew my parents were scared of my gift but to be honest, I was not. I would love to find out more about my powers, but as long I was stuck in this house, that was never going to happen.

Time passed by and I was overthinking everything. My life, my memories, my past, and what would become of my future. It started to get dark outside and slowly my tears faded away. Suddenly I made up my mind and I jumped off my bed and walked to the desk in the corner of my room. I grabbed an empty piece of paper and started to write things down.

After I had explained everything on the little note, I started to pack as quietly as possible. I grabbed some clothes, an empty bottle which I filled with water in the bathroom and some money I had saved from the last few birthdays.

I pretended to be asleep when my mother came check on me before she went to bed. Not much long after that I heard another pair of footsteps coming upstairs and I waited another hour before I got out of bed. I hoped they were fast asleep now. I grabbed my backpack and sneaked out of my room. I made my way downstairs and in the kitchen I placed some bread and fruit at the top of the pile of clothes in my backpack. I opened a drawer and searched for a map of the town and her surroundings. I didn't know yet where I was going but I knew it would be somewhere far away. I couldn't stay here any longer. I was sick of it. Of everything. It was time to make my own decisions. For too long my father had controlled me and my mother, and since my mother wasn't planning doing something about it, I would do it myself.

I grabbed the keys of my bicycle and opened the backdoor. The warm air of a summer night blew in my face and I closed my eyes for a moment, sniffing the air. I grabbed the handles of my backpack and walked to the garage which contained my bicycle. From now on, I was on my own but I knew I had made the right decision.

I hopped on my bicycle and started to cycle as fast as I could. I wondered how my mother would react in the morning when she would discovere the note. Perhaps she would see this as a sign that it is for her too time to leave father. He had made our lives miserable enough, it would be about time for her to step up for her herself. Deep down I kind of felt bad about leaving her behind, but after fifteen years I had enough. I was suprised she still hadn't left him after all these years...

I kept cycling and cycling until the sun started to rise at the horizon. I felt my eyes become heavier and I didn't even know where I was. But I hoped I was far away. I spotted a little park in the distance and when I had reached it, I placed my bicylce by a bench. I layed myself on the bench and I used my backpack as a pillow. I had to close my eyes for just a little while. Just a little...

I yawned and turned on my left side, closing my eyes. Later I would try to figure out where I was and how on Earth I was going to get supplies to keep myself alive. But that was something to worry about later.

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