"I don't think you should do this," he says for what seems like the hundredth time today. He doesn't understand what I go through everyday. He doesn't understand what it feels like for your parents to constantly put you down. No one seems to understand anything. I slam my hands down on the vanity, and hold back a scream that gurgles in my throat. I clench my jaw, and press my lips together in an attempt to not go off on him. I hate when people who have no idea what they're talking about try to convince me to not do something. I look at him through the mirror because I can't bear to look him in the eyes right now. "Daniel, I have to leave. I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of being put down, and always being told that I'm not good enough. Dang it, I am good enough!" The last part comes out as a shout, and I try to hide the tears that are making my vision blurry.
"What about me? You're just going to leave me here?" he asks so calmly as if my outburst didn't even happen. Sometimes I can't believe how selfish he is. Yes, I am going to just leave him here. I love him and all, but sometimes just loving somebody isn't enough. It has to be two-sided, and right now I don't feel like it is.
"What about you? This doesn't have anything to do with you, Daniel. This is about me finding a place where I can feel like I'm worth something. It's not about you, or us, or anything like that. Why do you have to be so selfish?" I shout back at him. He winces as if he's been slapped. My trembling hands reach for the suitcase in the closet, and I lower it onto my bed. Maybe I am being too harsh on him. Maybe it's true that he really is trying to help me out. Maybe he does care.
I feel his arms wrap around my waist, but I push him away. I purse my lips as I fight off the sudden urge to hug him, and just let it all go. I unzip the suitcase, and begin to go through my drawers to find clothes. I don't even pay attention to what I put in there. Whatever I don't bring I'll get whenever I get to wherever I'm going. I still haven't really figured that part out, yet. Where I'm going, that is. I figure that is the least important factor at the moment.
When I turn around to pack another pile of clothes I find Daniel unpacking my clothes just as fast as I'm packing them.
"What are you doing?" I demand. His big brown eyes look up at me, and I feel my arms go weak.
"Just calm down, okay? You're just upset right now. Once everything between you and your parents settle down it will all be alright. You need to think this through more, Savannah." He opens his arms, and I feel my legs moving toward him. I have to stop letting him make my desicions. I reluctantly halt my movements, and shake my head.
"I've thought it through long enough. I've been thinking about it for two years now. Does it even matter to you what I go through with them?"
He sighs like it's such a hard question to answer. I wait for a good thirty seconds, but he stays silent with his head lowered, his blonde hair blocking his face so I can't see his expression. "That's what I thought," I scoff and grab the clothes he unloaded and throw them back into the suitcase. I begin to zip it back up, but he grabs my arm.
"It does matter to me. But what are you going to do after you leave? You have nowhere to go. You're seventeen years old, just a kid, and face it, Savannah. You'll never make it out there in the real world. If you leave, you'll be back by next week." I can't keep the anger from showing on my face. How dare he? How dare he tell me that I can't make it? I jerk my arm away from him, and storm out the door. I'll show them what this "kid" can do. So, I slam the door behind me, and I don't look back. I leave with a smile on my face, and not a single goodbye.