It was 2016 I've been running for three years making new friends same high school experience smoke,parties, girls
But noone can understand my pain,my burden what I've had to bear the pain of running,running from everyone I ever loved.
I Thought moving to America would help,America seems so cool on TV I moved here from London to start a new life after killing a friend by accident.
Flashback
the room was cold, really cold "Dude I'm so high" Dylan "so I'm a bro" I reply,our parents are out we were the only ones home so we decided to smoke a little," you still got some cocaine mate" Dylan asked "Yeah but I ain't messing with shit" "you're scared in it" "I'm not scared I shot back" standing up from the bed and headed to her black box, I keep all my prized possession I bring out the ziploc bag of cocaine my uncle gave me he's a dealer "Its all yours" I toss it toward Dylan direction "More for me then" he pours it on the table getting ready to sniff it "isn't that to much Dylan" he laughs "Relax Mate we're just having a little fun" " I don't think this is a good idea" I say he sniffs it I stare at him my pulse is racing suddenly the room seems hot, he laughs "shit you need to try this" his eyes looks different "no that's enough" I say I open up the window because the room seems to hot I feel calm better than I felt moments ago. Dylan shoots his head outside the window "I'm the King of the world!" "shut up!" someone yells "I want another sniff" "fine go ahead" he sniffs it he makes no sound he just stares he starts crying "My head hurts" he cries "Ken my head hurts" I don't know what to do I can't call the cops he falls to the ground. my hearts is beating I'm sweating I'm hyperventilating. shit I think I bring out a suitcase and pack my laptop everything I go to my parents room I open my dads safe and take all the money and diamonds he had there then I toook their credit and debit card.
Dylan sat quietly in the parking lot, he watched as people passed by no one could see him from where he was, Dylan had nothing planned nothing to do tonight but he didn't want to go home, it was still early 11:45 was early to Dylan considering he had no parents or anyone,some college kids were whooping and shouting he admired them he admired that they were free, they could at least attend college he couldn't.
*****
He decided to visit a club, "tnias" he saw the college kids go there and lied he was on of them
the club was crowded it smelled of alcohol and
drugs,Dylan hated drugs what it did to people
but he also liked that it could make you forget
your problems.
"Dude" a college boy yelled. he wanted weed something to make him sleep better so he we
nt, to talk to the college dude for a whiff he had
brown hair and blue eyes he was buff he most
work out a lot. a girl camee up behind him "“ Are you a Senior"
