"Life sucks" I thought to myself, tears pouring down my face. My dad is abusive and my mom is dead. Stupid drugs. She over dosed on heroine when I was 12. Or at least that's what I thought. My dad actually injected the heroine in her after he knocked her out. I hear the sound of glass breaking. My dad is having another drunken rage. Great. It was the worst day of my life,after my mothers death, of course. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to leave my dad. Luckily, I had saved up all my money for the past 5 years. I was running away. I was going to live with my aunt in Sydney,Australia. I was so nervous. My aunt and I had been planning this for years, but I was so scared as to how my dad will react. It's too late now, though. I packed my things and said goodbye to the only thing I has left. My best friend,and only friend for that matter, Dana. "Bye Lay." She said. We were both crying. I wish she could come with."text me everyday,ok." Dana said. "Of course. I love you." I said. "I love you too. Now get on the plane before you miss it." Dana said. I hugged her one last time and left. I was going to miss her so much.