tchxispiills

[tchxispiills]

𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑇𝑜 𝐷𝑖𝑒. ❤︎

Runaways.

It was September 1st, 1991.

The day I decided to run away from home. All the family drama was just to much for me to handle. I was done with it. So- I decided to leave. At the time I was living in New York, the city full of Music and Fashion and I loved it. I wanted to be a musician and at the time- I was getting myself for out there. People loved me.. but then my family got involved and since I was underage I couldn’t do anything about it. But don’t just think it was my whole family.. My father passed and I had no siblings. It was just my sorry excuse of a mother. At first it wasn’t so bad- She only managed my schedule but then.. it got worse. She started to control the way I ate, who I could hung out with, my style- My whole life. But that’s not the reason I wanted to run away. It was over one fight that would change my life forever.

Flashback.

“Amelia!-“ I flinched a bit when I heard my name but it probably just was my mother wanting something stupid again. I quickly got up out of bed and hurried down stairs trying not to make her wait since whenever I did.. she get a bit violent. As I went downstairs I slowly peaked my head from the corner of the wall to see a bunch of people standing outside the door- They looked like cops. They Were Cops. “Crap..” I mumbled to myself knowing I was already in trouble. “What the hell did you do!-“ My mother yelled, her face looked a bit annoyed but I didn’t care. This wasn’t the first time I got in trouble but it was the first time the cops actually showed up. “Nothing-“ I said responding a bit quickly but before I could finish my sentence the cops began talking. “Well.. I know you guys are quite popular here but that doesn’t mean your daughter can not get in trouble.” They explained. While they were explaining the situation I was in my mother glared at me. “Your daughter and a couple of her friends went partying last night through the city and caused quite a lot of trouble. Spray painting walls, Shop lifting and even pulling a prank on a bunch of old people but lucky for you ma’am we just came to warn her about her actions. Next time this happens. She will be put in jail.” They said. My mother looked at me shaking her head in disappointment and then turned to the cops saying. “I completely understand. Thank you for coming.” She smiled and waved as the went on their way.. But Man, Once that door closed Hell started. She then began yelling at me, she even put her hands on me. “HOW DARE YOU DO THIS- DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD WE WORKED FOR YOU TO GET THIS POPULAR AND NOW YOU’RE TRYING TO RUIN IT.” She said yanking me but my hair. My mother was taller than me- and pretty strong but I’m glad I took classes for self defense because as soon as she yanked my hair I grabbed her by her hand and slammed her to the ground. “I NEVER ASKED YOU TO BE INVOLVED.” I yelled at her. “You have been ruining my life ever since you stared to take over my whole music career! You don’t own me, mom!-“ I continued but before I could finish she got up and punched me across my face causing me to fall on the ground. My face started to swell a bit. It hurts. “Until you’re 18- I do own you!- I’ll control you for as long as I live on this pathetic earth. I brought you into this world and I can take you out.. And sometimes I regret even creating you. You’re a worthless piece of shit that ruined my life!-“ She said causing me to tear up. I felt heart being torn apart.. I didn’t even know to react. So all I did was run back into my room, locking the door behind me and started to cry for hours.

It was 11 am I haven’t eaten for almost 8.

I stared up at my ceiling thinking about how I was over living in this hell hole. So I decided to call my close friends. Lilith, Eliza, and Naomi. We were all pretty girls but the kind you don’t want to fuck with. I had black dark curly hair it was not short but not long (I preferred having them in braids) and dark brown eyes. I normally liked dressing all aesthetically- pink, black..Brown, DOESNT really matter to me as long as I look good. I was pretty short compared to my friends. I’m more defensive and outgoing.. The person who’s normally pretty mean, type of girl. Lilith on the other hand was bold, confident, beautiful- Not your average type of girl. She was way taller than me. 5’8, I assume. Her aesthetic was pretty- The French girl type. Her hair was curly like mine and wore really cute glasses. She was a singer like me and we loved singing together but we prefer the whole solo thing. Eliza was the type of girl who didn’t care about how she looked. She normally wore artsy dresses and leather jackets- She was the coolest girl I knew. She was an artist.. she was pretty well known too. Her hair was dyed at the ends and it really suits her. Last but not least was Naomi basically the mother of our group. She’s an actor and she’s pretty damn good, if you don’t mind me saying. She had dark brownish hair- two parts dyed in the front. Her hair was once long but we convinced her to cut it to her shoulders. (It looked so awesome, by the way.) She normally wore casual/comfortable clothes joggers, hoodies, crop tops. All that good stuff. I love all my friends and I’m glad they’re here for me. Once I called them I explained to them everything that happened. “Oh hell no!-“ Lilith yelled through the phone. She was upset. They all were. “Guys..” I sighed to myself before finally saying. “I’ve decided I wanted to run away- I’ve had my bags packed for a while and I have a bunch of money anyway. I’m just tired of living like this. Constantly being afraid. I want to be my own person.” I explained. Eliza the chimed in and said- “I WANNA GO. I’ve been meaning to travel somewhere else. I need new inspiration for my art.” She smiled. Naomi then agreed. “I’ve been wanting to move out so long my stupid brother is going to make me kill him. I’m to pretty to kill myself.” She says laughing. “I’m going because I always wanted to move in with you guys plus.. The guys might be pretty hot.” She laughed. I stared at my phone tearing up from happiness. Knowing I wasn’t going to be alone was the happiest day of my life.“Thank you guys.. I love you guys so much.” I chuckled and started explaining the plan. Once everything was explained there was only one question to be answered. ‘Where are we going?’ We all recommended things and even looked some stuff on our computers until we agreed on one thing. And that was.. New Jersey, Gotham City.