Your life way, okay. It wasn't great, but it definitely wasn't hell. I mean, your parents were decent, but they didn't understand you. No one did. You felt numb, dead, you wanted the thrill of living, of being free. So, around the age of 10, you ran away. It was amazing, the wind om your skin, no rules, no plan, just you and your thoughts.

That ended quickly, however. Your parents had called the police and not even 2 days later you were found. The police had promised they'd help you, but honestly, they just made it worse, less freedom, more rules, you felt numb once more.

So, over the years, you ran away again and again, getting caught each time. It was like a daily routine at this point, but at least you got those moments of freedom of being truly alive. Those moments are the ones you'd cherish forever.

Currently, at the age of 14, you walk soundlessly along a dank pavement in the middle of the night, the dampness soaking into your shoes and flooding your socks every time you stepped into a puddle, you didn't mind it, though. If anything, it made you feel more present and in the moment.

The wind blows lightly through the air, a soft rain following with it the leaves the tip of your nose a cherry red colour and runny. You hear the sounds of wildlife and cars in the distance but around you, nothing. Absolutely nothing, and you loved it.