Running Away

I've begun my first few steps of running away. Probably not forever although I don't want to come back any time soon. I don't know where I want to go but I do know why, and it's not because of anything she said, not because of her constantly encouraging me to go. It's because of what she didn't say.

My nights are consistently restless lately. I wake up long before I have to, always unsettled and worried, and then spend many minutes wondering if I'll be able to get to sleep before my alarm goes off. I usually do, but I still wake up tired, as if I'd spent the whole night fighting. I feel the bruises but they don't show, thankfully. Regretfully.