Escape

There it was, the urge to do it.
It might have had something to do with the dew on the suitcase,
But it was right in the pit of my stomach, my urge.
My crew needed me home, I had to go
I had to get out of here anyways,
Everything about this place made it unbearable
I've been so lonely in these long, long days
I sat there, waiting with my ticket and my case,
My three boys needed me more than ever,
My band, my friends, my life.
I started to rethink what I was doing, but there was so much noise,
I had to go, I had to tie up all my loose ends.
There it was, my train pulling in.
I took a deep breath when I stepped on and looked for an empty seat.

I took a seat and looked around, there was a man already drinking,
I inspected the faces, the bodies, their cases, their outfits.
I'm silent as the scenery passes by, thinking of our new song.
It was one I had written, about my dear friend Wolf.
I fiddled with my bracelet and hoped it wouldn't break again,
It would be impossible to find all the beads if it did.
A man walks up with a cart of sweets and asks politely, "Anything Ma'am?"
I merely smile and shake my head, but thank him anyways,
He strolls off but bumps the cart into something, as I hear the thud.
I close my eyes and think of how long it's been since I've done this
How many months, it was colder then,
I smile softly as I feel the breeze from the open windows at my face and in my hair,
I think about the band, my boys, my escape, my home.
I look at the tan suitcase right next to me and my smile widens,
It's still wet from the dew of the morning, but I don't mind.
I open it and pull out my old sweatshirt, slipping it over my shoulders,
It used to be white, back when I was only about thirteen.
At this point it's grey, covered in paint, stains, and rips.
I grip my blue tie covered in stars and let out a sigh.
My one connection to Wolf after his death, how he'd communicate.

Most people found me insane to speak like that,
But my boys seems to smile, afraid to shatter my beliefs.
It's one of my scars, and they know this enough not to prod,
But no matter how much pain it is, I'll sing out the song I wrote,
I run my hand across the top of the suitcase again, getting some of the moisture on me.
It hadn't dried yet, but I laughed softly about it, not worried.
I think back to the last time I saw my boys, I tried to get Poptarts,
But they decided to put them on the top shelf of the cabinets.
I asked for a hoist, since I was so short compared to them,
They joked and laughed at me for it, but I merely shook my head.

I opened my case and pulled out a small bag of trinkets,
Little things I had picked up for the boys back home.
As the train pulled into the station, I closed up my case.

As I walked onto the platform, I looked around nervously,
Some faces I recognized, others were brand new.
I was caught unexpectedly by someone tall who practically lifted me in excitement.
I let out a squeak and tried to see who it was,
I was calmed by the sounds of a familiar laugh, and he put me down.
I looked up into his brown, almost black, eyes and grinned.
It was a relief to see them again, and I felt joy.

He grabbed my wrist and led me off to the house.
We passed by familiar shops and vendors.
I smiled and waved, some excited, others simply smiled.

When we got to the house, I almost dropped all my things.
The boys had all been waiting outside the house.
wo of them held up a sign, big letters, saying, "WELCOME HOME!"
I almost started to cry, but then got pulled into more hugs.
I pulled away and gave everyone their little gifts,
Some laughed, others ruffled my hair.
I pouted, but knew they meant well,
I couldn't help but smile with pride as I finally realize,
I did it, I had gotten away.
At last, I made my escape home.