I’m on the bus to basic space training. I still think
leaving home was a good idea. I was seeing the downward spiral I was getting
myself into. I hadn’t slept in three days until I was on the 7th
floor of a hotel yesterday where I wasn’t worried about my family trying to
track me down to get one last “loan” out of me. Half my bonus was beaten out of
me for alcohol last week. I left home Saturday,
it’s Friday now.
I have been
living half on the streets finding places to sleep in hostels around town.
Running from one place to the next. I skipped the last days of my senior year
so my family couldn’t find me. I’m away now, and my father can’t get to me. I’m
an adult with my own money.
My recruiter had to scrape my half dead body yesterday off
the front door to his office. He told me with a smile that I smelled like a
spaceman already and I should take a shower. He knew what was going on, and
once I got to the hotel he assured me no one can come up and try to take me. I
was now a part of the patrol and the military police downstairs would arrest
them if I called either by hotel phone or by smart glasses.
I slept better in the last 24 hours than I had in years. Which
reminds me, I’m getting some sleep before I get to Virginia.
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