I sat on a bench facing the sea. It was churning and crashing again the sea-breaks. Matched my mood really. The wind was cold against my tear-stained face, whipping my hair away from my face. I wasn’t going back again, not now. I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I knew I had to get away from here. I don’t care about anything else. I just need to be away from here. There are too many memories here. I stood up and turned away from the sea and headed in the direction of the main town. I was going to get on a train, and just leave Brighton for good. And I wasn’t going to tell anyone where I was going. I didn’t want to be followed by anyone I knew, not even the people I most trusted. I knew where ever I went it was going to be harder for me being 17 and on my own but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from everyone, even him. I just needed to restart my life somewhere else.
My phone rang as I was walking towards the pier. It was my boyfriend. I was supposed to be meeting him today. I rejected the call and switched my phone off. I needed some form of head start before I switched it back on again. I’d get the first train to London and then maybe switch my phone back on then. I had £50, my bank card and my passport; I could basically go anywhere I wanted. Do anything I wanted to do. London was full of opportunities for a young girl like me right?