My father didn't come back home till the next morning, and when he got home mom and dad argued for a few days but then they were happy again like nothing had happened. I didn't leave my room for a week, well I mean I did when I had to use the bathroom or eat but still. I hated leaving my room. Everytime that I stepped out of my room I saw my mom and dad, and Everytime I saw them they always looked so happy. It's like I ruined their life when I was born. I mean I knew they hated me but not that much. How are they so happy without me is something I questioned all the time. How could the people who raised me be so happy the second I'm gone. I hate them and they hate me. Everytime I would see them so happy without me I would turn away and go back to my room and cry. There were times when I thought of running away but I had literally nowhere to go. 

*Time skip he's 15 now*

One night when I was 15 I decided I had had enough of seeing them happy. I wanted to be happy as well, and the only way that I could be happy was if I left. I was in the kitchen when I thought of running away for like the millionth time ever but this time I wasn't afraid of the idea. Normally when I thought of running away I would get this sinking feeling in my stomach and I would get nervous. But this time was different. I didn't get nervous at the idea. I actually thought it was a good idea, though I still had nowhere to go. I could figure that out later. So I set the bowl of cereal that I had made on the counter and made a dash towards my bedroom. I grabbed the closest bag to me and started shoving t-shirts and pants in it. I grabbed a fuzzy blanket and shoved it in the bag then I went to the kitchen again and grabbed a bunch of snacks and water. Then I ran back to my room and threw them into my bag. I thought all that was pretty good so I threw on a grey sweatshirt and put on black jeans then I grabbed my bag and walked out the front door. I didn't look back. I hated it there, and my hate and sadness only held me back. Now I was free. Free from seeing my parents so happy without me. Free from being cooped up in a house. I could finally be happy. As I was walking away from my house I couldn't have been happier. I no longer felt caged. This is the first time I've left my house in like 10 years, I thought to myself while slightly giggling. As I continued walking through town no one even noticed my presence. Then I remember again that I'm invisible to everyone, not just my parents. I let out a sigh as I continued my journey.