Chapter One-AS WITHOUT-SO WITHIN-

It's been 13 days since I've summoned my incubus. Well, he hasn't appeared to me yet. But the spell did say that it would take a few days. To be honest I didn't know what I was doing or why I did it.. It just seemed like an interesting thing to do just to see what would happen. I was one who believed in ghosts and all the rest of the creatures or beings of light and dark which existed in other realms. But I didn't really think that I would be lucky enough to manifest a being into my reality.

I'm currently packing for my runaway plan. I do not want to go to college, but my parents want me to. It's either I go to college or live on the streets. So because I've been saving for more than a year now, I felt as though going to another state and finding a roommate on craigslist, might do me some good. Ha, I know I sound mad, but sometimes in life, you have to take risks. I saved up and bought myself a car a year ago for my 17th birthday, let's just say that it wasn't the best car ever. It was a 1969 dark blue Volkswagen, it had a good engine.

I had been working for two years now, which meant that I had 5,000 dollars saved up. I never really spent my money on anything. I really never had to. My mother and father got me whatever I wanted. But I never really asked for anything. If I did it was small. I mainly just got metaphysical books and crystals.. These things weren't expensive and building a collection was a very easy thing to do. My parents are very busy individuals. My dad is always working nights and days in the law office. My mom was always working doubles at the hospital, she's a surgeon. They made bank, but I was never a spoiled child.

They have been putting away money for college for the past few years. The first time I gained access to this account it had about 22,000 dollars in it. I had been taking out 1,000 dollars every month for the past 10 months. They haven't really been paying much attention to it, because they haven't confronted me about it. Maybe they know, but perhaps they just haven't found the time to confront me. I created an account for myself a month ago when I turned 18 and I put all of the money in it. So they don't have any idea where the money is going and no way of tracking it. My parents created an account for me when I turned 16, so I left a thousand dollars in that one, just to make it seem less sus. If that was even close to not looking sus.

I never really wanted to be that kid who came from well of parents, that would leech off of their money for fancy and expensive things. I always tried to do my own thing and get my own stuff. I would see other individuals who would get gifts from their parents. They would come to school with these fancy cars and new name brand clothes. The thing is, it wasn't their money.. It was their parent's money that got them that material stuff. Maybe I am a hypocrite though. I am putting aside the money my parents worked hard to send me to college for something besides that plan. I was betraying their trust by running away.

The state I chose was Louisiana. I know that my parents would not come looking for me there. Instead they would choose Seattle, New York, or California. Somewhere hippies would hang out and choose to live. I found a nice home that was not too close to the city. I want to find a job as a waitress or a simple job in a cafe. I don't want to be doing a whole lot. Just finding my own truth and my true path. I will only be paying 250 a month for the room I was staying in. I will get free WiFi, light, and all the rest. Naturally, I will have to buy my own food and things of that nature.

Either way, I don't really care. I just want to be away from home. Away from this boring old routine, I did not choose to be apart of it. I want something more.I stuffed 10 pairs of Indian harem pants, 10 plain cropped tops, 20 pairs of undergarments, 2 pairs of ahnu karma shoes, an oversized sweater, 5 scarves, one hat,a bag of toiletries, my laptop, my wallet, sage, and my bag of crystals into my duffel bag. I will be bringing my guitar with me alongside this duffel bag. I do not want to have a load to carry. Plus I do not care about most of the things I had obtained over the years. This journey I was embarking upon was one of detachment. As without, so within.

The drive to my destination will take 13 hours. I filled up my tank an hour ago before getting home. I had to buy a cooler and some ice. I purchased a ton of fruits and veggies. I cut them up and made 3 green smoothies, 3 berry smoothies, and 3 hearty salads. I put them in mason jars, each smoothie was a quart. I put my salads in a wooden dish that came with a secure cover. I also added a gallon of water into the cooler too. I made a Ziploc bag full of trail mix and I made sure to add extra m&ms. The cooler was a perfect size, everything I made fit perfectly inside of it.

My phone is fully charged and I made sure my portable charger was juiced up too. I am very prepared. The time read 2:30 A.M. my mom and dad will be getting home 7 hours from now. So by that time, I will be halfway there. I turn to look at my room one more time. I sling my duffel bag onto my shoulder and grab my guitar. I switch off the lights and close the door. I walk downstairs to the kitchen to grab my cooler, then to the front door. I had to prop my guitar up to lean against the frame of the door in order to open it. I managed to get the door open, then I grab my guitar and prop it up beside me to lean against the wall. I close the door and lock it with my key.

I grabbed my guitar and walk to my car. I put my guitar down and my cooler. I open the car door and lean over to unlock the back door. I open the back door and I place the guitar on the brown carpet below the seats. I gently threw my duffel bag onto the white leather seats, slammed the door, picked up my cooler and got into the driver's seat. I place the cooler on the passenger seat then close the door. I place the key into the ignition and turned it in the direction it needed to be in, to turn the car on. The engine roared on, I shift the gear into drive.

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