The letter is written.
I hide it within my desk.
So when THEY come my parents will be surprised.
Will they allow them to read it?
I am sore with sadness, pain, exhaustion and despair.
Countless times I pre-lived this moment for the last months.
Dozens of ideas how to get away.
I always rejected them.
Now there is no turning back.
The moment feels right.
They’re still sleeping.
I leave the house.
On the long way to the tram station I turn my head around dozens of times.
What if they will never be happy again?
What if THEY punish everyone?
I can’t stay. I can’t!
This ends today!