Bassoongirl1234
It was her half birthday.
Fourteen and a half years.
A year and a half since she had stopped talking.
"Why are you acting so strange?" they asked her. She just walked away, not bothering to try to explain. They wouldn't understand, anyway.
Now she sat at the window, watching as they unloaded boxes from the moving van. She felt invisible. She watched them, but they had no idea.
This new house was so empty. Home, they called it, but no, this wasn't her home, not really.
Without making a sound, she crept down the stairs and out the back door. The backyard was surrounded by a short fence, but she easily scaled it.
She was on the sidewalk now, near the street. Without knowing where she was going, she began to walk. She would worry about getting back later. For now, she just had to get away.