Stanley had just come back from his high school graduation party and was thinking for a bit on his bed. The party was full of relatives that he didn’t care about and relatives that didn’t care about him. He had already formed his plan weeks earlier so that there was ample time to think of any flaws with it.
Stanley’s parents were as paranoid as they were rich, which was to say that they would give Caesar a run for his paranoia. Sneaking out of the property unseen would be about as easy as a robber trying to break in unseen. Nonetheless, he had his plans.
“You alright, Bro?” asked his sister as she walked in, leaning on the wall for support. That’s weird; usually his parents never left her unattended.
“What’s up?” Stan asked.
“What’re you doing tonight?” she asked.
“Sleeping.” he answered blankly. She wobbled in and sat next to Stan.
“Oh, good then.” she answered, uncertain.
“Sarah, what’s wrong?” he asked his older sister.
“Well, I’ve been hearing voices at night. They say that you’re planning on running away. I wanted to make sure that wasn’t true. I don’t wanna lose my little bro.” Stan patted Sarah’s head and looked away.
“I’ll always be with you, you know that.”
“Sometimes I see you, even though you’re not there.” she said wistfully. “You won’t be there, but you’ll still wave to me when I call your name.” Stanley gave a sad smile.
“I’ll always wave back, don’t worry.” he reassured, patting Sarah’s back. Sarah put on a cheerful smile.
“Thanks, bro!” Her smile soon faded in place of a furrowed brow of hard thinking. “What was I doing?”
“You were telling me goodnight before you went to bed.” Stan whispered sadly.
“Oh! Goodnight, bro!” she chirped.
“Night.” he said, putting his hand up to wave as Sarah wobbed back out of his room, closing the door behind her.
Stanley buried his head in his hands as he thought over his decision once again. He didn’t need to leave forever, just long enough to grow independent from his name. Then, he could come back for Sarah. He squeezed his eyes shut as he wiped a few tears away.
“Showtime, Stan. It’s now or never.” He grabbed his backpack and jumped out his window, not looking back as he escaped from his shackles that previously held him back.