I ran out. 

Why?

I felt. Stress. Too much stress.

"Stop being selfish." Was what I am told. 

I kept thinking for others, but they thought I am being selfish?

When I looked at the clothes hang up, I didn't know if it's dry. So I was afraid to keep it. 

Yet, I got scolded at. 

I kept the clothes I felt dry, but it's wet. 

Scolded again. 

"I am going to be selfish for today." I muttered to myself, as I walked out of the train. 

Pulling my hood closer to my face to avoid getting recognised.

I gritted my teeth and step inside. 

Smelling the library air. 

I. Couldn't.

I. Don't want to see the sad faces on my family. 

I. Don't want to see them crying. Over me. 

Just. Stay here. 

I look through books, reading them as I felt calm. 

I borrow one book, and left. 

Going back to my home station. I walked into the mall. 

I saw my mom desperately searching for me. 

What an idiot. 

Why would I stay where I live if I am going to run away? 

I kept watching her, seeing her going to the store. I followed closely. 

Putting down my hood as I heard my name. 

I turn. 

I felt, Tears. 

Why?

I felt a warmth, I forgotten. 

If I really go away. 

Mummy would have cried more. 

She does care, I wonder why. I am too blind to see it.