Long, stiff fingers pulled clothes out of a closet, moving in haste. All of the garments then proceeded to be dumped in a suitcase as the girl turned on her desk, wiping everything off and throwing it all into the same suitcase. Her fast pace quickened yet as the dark clouds of night slowly melted away in front of the moon, causing a crescent of light to peer through her large window. No more, the moonlight seemed to whisper, and she answered huskily, "I know..." Silently creeping across her room, avoiding all those darned creaky spots, she reached her dresser. Opening it, so pulled out as much underwear and tank tops and pajamas that could fit in the little space left at the bottom of the case, and then stuffed it all in. Her eyes were silent gold, but her heart was pumping frantically and her mind was twisting with the strain of thoughts.

She was sure that everything she needed was packed. She took a little bit of everything that she owned, making sure to grab more of what she needed and less of what was not as important. The suitcase was quite large - but not large enough. Therefore, she was also carrying along a smaller case of comfortable size, a small carrier. Inside were her toothbrush and all other bath things. But along with these necessities were pictures and an art book filled with memories. Leaving was not as easy as Melody wanted it to be, but it had to be done.

"What else, what else, what else?" The teenaged girl whispered harshly, sensing the absence of something. A soft laugh flounced through the air from her mouth as she realized that she had forgotten her puppy. Possibly really foolish to bring along an animal when your running away, but she could not imagine life without the little creature. Making sure her messenger bag still contained her cell phone and wallet with three-hundred bucks, she made her way painstakingly out of the window. Lightly closing it behind her, she balanced on the roof so familiar to her, and then made her way down the large drain pipe. Melody was dreadfully glad that she had snuck out in such a manor before, because if she wasn't it would have been way too challenging. Walking as quietly as the asphalt and her shoes would allow, Melody made her way to the back of her yard. There was Betty Bop, her small American Water Spaniel, a cute little girl with large fluffy ears and a dark chocolate coat.

"Come on Betty girl, wanna go somewhere? No, no, no noooo barking. Shhh." Melody picked up a small leash from an old, torn wicker chair by the backdoor and tied it to Betty's collar. The little puppy seemed simply delighted to be going somewhere, not caring in the least. All's her owner had to worry about was if she barked, but Betty was a good puppy, and she rarely barked. The moon shined even brighter outside, and Melody gazed up at it with a blank expression. The words No more wafted through the air a second time, and girl and her dog turned from the moon to the backyard gate. Allowing for Betty to squeeze through the gap between the gate pole and the house, leash dragging behind her, Melody made sure her coat and scarf were securely set around her torso and neck. Then a very quite thunk sounded out as she placed her suitcase and carrier bag on the other side, keeping the messenger bag with her.

Climbing easily over the wicker fence, Melody carefully lowered herself on the other side, making soothing noises to the puppy in the process. And then she picked up her bags, and grabbed Betty's leash, and walked quickly towards her old Honda resting by the end of the curb. As her long fingers twisted the key in the lock, and as Betty jumped in the passenger seat, and as Melody quickly put her stuff in the back seat, and as she herself got in the drivers seat, the moon seemed to wink visibly. And the clouds covered it once more, causing a ghost of a mist that seemingly swirled in the dark, fierce air. There's always that feeling at night. That feeling where what ever you do in those hours, is not really happening. That in the morning, its thought wasn't even planned. And Melody almost felt like turning back to her house - to her bed, to the comfort of her only knowing about what she almost did. But she didn't.

"No time to look back, babe." She whispered to herself, started the engine, and drove off silently.

"Remember - no more."