On The Run

Short Story - Completed

I fiddled around with my fingers as I looked at the clock, 1 more minute I thought to myself. One more minute and I will be on my way to another life. The police are getting curious, and you can't blame them, a new boy out of the blue just shows up with no background information and no family. As my stolen watch struck 2 am, I thought that there was bound to be no one awake at this hour. If I moved fast enough I would be able to get out of here without being noticed.

I moved out from behind the dumpster and onto the streets. I looked around to see if anyone was near, but when I saw no one I made my way looking at the long road in front of me and sighed, why can't I have a normal life, I never chose for this to happen, why me?

I had a normal life before everything came crashing down and left me with a big weight on my shoulders. It was all his fault. I would not be sneaking around going town from town, name from name, life from life if he didn't do it.

I kept walking and walking till I could go no more and went into the woods that was next to the street and looked for somewhere safe to sleep. As I looked around I noticed a cave that was merely hidden behind a tall, bushy willow tree. I walked over and sat in the cave. It was small and cold, but better than a lot of other places I have lived before. I closed my eyes and thought of what would come in my new run away life.

I opened my eyes to see everything much clearer than last night. But because of the now lit up sky I am not able to go and continue my journey. It is too big of a risk for anyone to see me. I might as well look for food, since I have not eaten in a few days. As I was walking under the willow tree I heard people talking, so I did the thing I have been doing for years. I run. I hear their voices drifting off as I try and do my best at being silent. When I could no longer hear anything but the sound of nature, I slowed my pace and started back up on my journey, so much for finding food.

It was mid afternoon when I had my monthly attack. I fell on my hands and knees trying hard to catch my breath but nothing comes. Soon I am coughing up blood and trying hard for this to stop. But I know it won't. It always ends the same way. What feels like an hour but is only a minute I am slowly not able to keeps my eyes open. I see black and red spots and before I know it, I am lying on the ground unconscious.

When I wake up I take in my surroundings, I am in the same place as before. Nobody is around so thats a good thing. I should be in my new life soon, I just need to get there first.

As I am walking along the side of the old dirt road I remember my life before. I was happy. I was loved. I had a family and they had me. I had a real life with real people who knew me for me. Not for some old boy in rags that is looking around the world for a life that was like his before. When I did not have to keep looking over my shoulder for someone to be there and hold me at gunpoint and pull the trigger for me to be sucked into a world of shame and darkness. Although death would be the easiest way for me, I know that she, my mother would not be proud. I hope she is proud now wherever she is. I hope she knows that I am trying my best to get away from my father.

I have been doing my job, the one my mother gave to me before she handed me over to the death trap house my father calls a home. The same house I have been abused in for years. Never having the courage to complete the job. Petrified that my father would come after me and to the one thing I know he has been waiting to do for 17 years. Kill me.

My mother and Father got divorced when I was 2, my father got arrested for an attempt of murder and my mother could not handle it. She signed the papers without a moment of hesitation but my father, he would not do the same without a deal. This deal is the thing that changed my life forever.