Running away isn't easy for most kids. But running away for me was something I could handle. I had nothing left in the little village with a population of nearly 1,347 people. So I ran to Goreville. A town where it was supposedly better. Where I could live better. The last words I heard when I ran was my father screaming at me.
"Worthless fag!! I'll find you!!"
I could nearly hear him, the wind rushing past me. I couldn't will my legs to stop, even when I knew I was far enough away.
