Worth Fighting For

prologue

I asked myself if I was ungrateful, but I already knew that answer. I was ungrateful and for that I hated myself. I cried every night from that one trait I had. Of course I had more personality traits but that was the worse one I had. I wasn't selfish, or mean, I didn't bully people and I wasn't racist.

But I was ungrateful. An ungrateful, ugly, 17 year old. That's why I had run away, because I hated myself, and I didnt want to torture my family. I've been missing for, it think 7 years now.
I didn't keep track. I didn't care really, because my family wouldn't be searching for me. They thought I was dead, just the way I wanted it.

I had no company besides the birds, a few small species of animals, and nature. That's all I needed, because they can't judge me, but they keep the silence away. Which is good, because silence kills me. You could say I'm going insane from the lack of people to talk to.

But the good thing from running away is I lost my ungratefulness and now, I'm pretty sure I have no emotion. Which is fine by me.

I'm not sacred of the dark anymore.

Or the animals I see stalking me at night.

I'm not even scared of anyone finding me, I'm to deep into the woods for anyone to find me. Far away from my original home from when I was 10. The age I was when I ran away.