The day went without interest - it was perfectly average.
I returned to my alley to retrieve my belongings, and shortly afterwards I took a walk to clear my head and try desperately to forget about my former life.
The sound of a woman's scream echoed in my mind, but I tried to block it out. My father yelling at her, smashing all the stuff in our home. He hit her once or twice. It was too much.
I sat down on a bench in the park and put my hands over my ears to try to block out the memories that came flooding back. But once that door was open, it was impossible to close. So, I ended up thinking long and hard about it all. Drawing up a list in my mind of why I left, and why it was the right thing to do. In the end, it was an extensive list. I guess I had done the right thing. But only for myself. My parents were probably still constantly at each other's throats. The screaming came back to me, and so I got up and walked again, thinking of anything else that came to mind.
In the end, I realised I couldn't stop thinking about my past, and so I eventually accepted that it was a necessary part of today. But I decided to try to focus on the positive aspects. My friends. The camping trips we sometimes took before mum and dad got angry with one another. Good times with dad, buying me a video game and telling me not to tell mum. Good times with mum, driving me to the cinema and joking around in the car.
I smiled as I looked back on it all. This is the picture I wanted when I thought back on it all. From now on, this was what I was going to think about.
I walked aimlessly for several hours, until it began to get dark, and then I decided to head back to my alley.
Although it was only around 7pm when I returned, I was tired, and because I had nothing else to do, I curled up with my blanket on top of me and went to sleep.