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Tamaara was ready. The last time she was this sure about something was when she escaped the facility. Now she was leaving her house. She picked up her bag, the bag she used in school. It still had all the pins and badges she had put on it. Jake loved them and the fact that he didn’t take them, made her cry again. I can’t do this to him. She sat down on the floor. Bag in her hand. Crying. Tamaara knew she had to go. Knew that there was no place for her at her home anymore. They would just act weird and not talk about the obvious thing and she might end up doing something she regrets.
Her head was killing her. It had been paining since the time she stepped in her house and everything she said, everything that happened, made her stomach coil up. She felt like throwing up. She wanted to sleep, to rest. She was tired, hurt. All she wanted was to get a little rest.
She didn't have time. She packed whatever clothes she had and took out a black hoodie with some pop culture reference she did not understand. Tamaara opened her shirt to throw it away, it was torn. She glanced t herself in the mirror. She was scarred. All over her body she had marks, memories of the fights she had been in. Some were small, unnoticeable. Some had healed over time, but some were still there. Big and ugly and painful. Her biggest wound was near her shoulder. Her collar bone was broken in one of the fights and it was the first time she was taken to a medic. It had hurt a lot. For month. Still did.
Tamaara wiped away her tears. I do not have time for this. She put on the hoodie, tightened her laces and tied her hair up. Finally, she wrote a note for Jake. He sat on her door, trying to get his sister to talk but when Tamaara didn't answer he left. She wrote that she was sorry and would miss him. And that he should not come looking for her. She would contact him when she was safe and okay. She kept the letter on the table, her phone on top of it and a chocolate she got for Jake next to it.
Tamaara knew where she wanted to go. During her time in the facility, Tamaara had heard a lot about the Brotherhood. She knew where their camp was and really hoped that they would take her in. It was her last option. She didn't know what to do if they deny.
Tamaara finally got out of the house. She looked back at it and she was crying again. She was home for five days. FIVE FUCKING DAYS. And here she was, leaving it. She knew she’d have to leave one day but never thought it would be this soon. She wasn’t Tamaara anymore. It was always risky to use your real name when you're trying to be invisible.
They called her T in the facility. She'll call herself T.