I'm Fine (#Wattys2015)

I have to get out of this place.

But, until then, I must live like it is a normal day. Well...a normal day with no school.

Now most kids would jump for joy at the thought of not having school. Not me. Not today.

I wish I could go to school. I know it would be difficult but I am willing to try.

Since I have a caring friend, it will be easier than if it were before the funeral. I had literally no one then. And now, I feel like I am on top of the world. You say "It's one friend."

I say "At least I have a friend."

I go to the kitchen and eat a small peanut butter sandwich. We found that the place was stocked with food shortly before we came. Dad did not look overly surprised though.

And earlier this morning, I found another note. This one said 'You can run, but you can't hide.'

I found my journal in my bag that my father had packed for me. He basically just found a Duffel bag and stuffed it with shirts and jeans and a pair of leggings along with my journal. There were, of course, the necessities like deodorant and toothpaste and a toothbrush and monthly stuff and my charger along with headphones. That of which I am thankful for.

Anyways, I put tthe note in my journal along with the other one. Then, I took a long, hot shower. For, I had begun to realize I needed one. I stunk and it had been days. Normally, I take one every evening but it has been a long and busy week.

After my shower was done, I plugged my phone in and pulled out the headphones. I put on the sounds of Taylor Swift and The Script.

Since I had just stuffed the note in the journal, I decided to write.

Dear Journal,

It has been a while, now, hasn't it?

I found another note. This one says 'You can run, but you can't hide.'

*note is taped here pretend*

I guess I need to figure out a way to find out what my dad did. Someone is chasing him. Hunting him?

I need to get out of this here woods. I have no clue as to where I am located. But I think dad knew we would come here because the fridge and pantry was and is stocked with food that is fresh.

I am kind of scared. This feeling is somewhat new to me. I have always pushed it away but now...

I am beginning to grasp what fear really is.

I can take horror films like a boss. But now that my life is seeming to be one (at least to me it is), I am breaking down on the inside.

No one knows. I hide my feelings from people. If someone would be able to tell what I am feeling, I tend to bring happy thoughts to mind and push out the bad.

Well. That is all for now.

Until I escape,

Josie