It all started when i was 8. I did not know much about it so i pretended it was not there. I consider it as drumming. Oh yeah i forgot to tell you about my self, my name is Max I'm 16 years old and i ran away from my home when i was 12 cause everyone made fun of the sounds and voices that i heard in my head. I consider my self unique. But everyone (except for my sister Jordan)calls me a freak. Her and me are the same we hear voices and see the people the ones that aren't alive any more aka the dead. To this day i still some times never tell the difference between dead or alive. Okay okay okay so back to the story the drumming it keep me up at night i could not steep it was all i ever heard was the drumming(not counting the voices). My parents always wanted me to be like my older brother cause he was the greatest all they ever seen in him was the good not the wrong but for me it is the opposite they always seen the bad not the good. But my sister was always there she was the only one there for me ever since i was a baby. so as a run away i never stop running hint the name run away. so i have been a running so my parents never find me. if this tells you any thing my parents live in Ohio and on foot and with rides from truck drivers i have made it to the great state of Texas So the drumming it gets worce ever day i cant stop it so i have learned to live with the pain and dispair
