To do or not to do?

Layla walked over to her closet and opened the doors.
She had to do it.
She had no other choice.
She started to throw clothes on her bed.
"This go, and this.... and this..."
She continued.
Then she started packing.
She thought of nothing but the plan.
She would leave at night, when her mom was asleep.
 Layla looked up, and there, on the shelf, was a picture of two happy women.
The younger one was a perfect copy of the older one.
It was a picture of Layla and her mom.
Layla took down the picture and starred at it.
Then closed her eyes, and threw it into the wall.
Fragments of glass flew at all directions, and hit Layla in her face, but she didn't care.
She was broken already, so pieces of glass couldn't do her any harm.

 The pain Layla had learned to live with everyday had soon come to pass.
She felt nothing.
She was a dead alive.
Asleep but awake.
A ghost in her own home.
Her mom beat her up every night in five years.
When her dad left, her mom was a wreck.
She started to drink, alot, and the drinking became her life.


 It was 1 am when Layla climbed out the window.
She laughed.
It feels like being in a movie... she thought while climbing down.
When she got down she started to run.
And she didnt stop untill she was sure she was safely hidden in the woods.
She then stepped out of the woods and started to walk beside the street.

 Layla kept on walking, when suddenly a motorcycle passed her by.
The bike stoped.
But she didnt care, just kept on walking.
Then the guy on the bike jumped off.
He took of his helmet and shook his head.
Layla stopped and starred.
She couldnt take her eyes off him.
He smiled.
"Need a ride?"

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