Daven The Hedgehog: His Story

5 year's later: Running away

You think life would've been nice for me after my parents gave me away right? Oh boy you are dead wrong.

Living at the orphanage was hell for me. The kids were horrible and mean but the workers were way worse. I was always picked on by both kind. Kids and adults. I was picked on by the kids because I was into different stuff. I never like the typical boy stuff like Football and other sport's. They just weren't my thing.

I was different apparently and a weirdo for liking makeup and clothes more than toys. I love sketching and I guess skateboarding as it's fun and cool. One last thing I should mention: Music is my passion. I had a nice Walkman tape player with one mix tape full of classics (GOTG reference)

I grew up raised at the orphanage being told that my family died in a  car crash which I foolishly believed for years. I grew up afraid, scared, hurt...and alone. I had no friends whatsoever. In a big building full of children I didn't have a single one.

The staff were very strict and claimed that I had become "possessed by the devil" because I liked mostly girly stuff. I don't consider myself a girl trapped in a boy's body by the way it's just how I am and I'm proud of it.

Despite the emotional and physical abuse I suffered I still to this day have managed to not let that pain destroy who I truly am.

One day, it was if I remember correctly a Friday night. I had enough, I was accused for something I never did. I was accused of theft, stealing the entire cookie jar and then someone placed it under my bed. One of the staff members gave me a hard painful slap before throwing my walkman at the wall. I started to cry before they dragged me and threw me in my room which had 5 other beds for the other kids and locked me in.

That was enough. I had to act out my plan now. The plan I had thought of for weeks. The plan...to run away for good.

That night, I waited. I waited as it was quiet. Very very quiet. Before I snuck out of bed I sat up to look around seeing the kids asleep. I crept out of the room quietly with nothing since I didn't really have anything anymore. The only thing was my Walkman which was now destr-the tape! Of course! Why didn't I think of the tape! It must've survived.

I saw the staff room right at the end of the hall but also I heard the sound of them chatting. They were awake! "Damn it..." I took a deep breath and had no choice.

"Ok Daven c'mon...you can do it...just focus and...go!"
I was in a stance like an athlete about to run the Olympics before i used my "superpowers" to literally run past down the hall within a second passing the staff room praying I was quiet enough.

I waited...nothing. I guess they didn't hear it.

"Thank god...now where did they throw it away?" I looked around and found a nearby trash can in the backyard so I tiptoed towards the door and quickly opened it closing it behind me as I stepped into the cold rain.

I felt the drops of rain onto my red sparkling jacket and onto my glasses as I looked up and sighed "Great..." I was seriously reconsidering my choice but...I couldn't go back. No. It's not my home...it'll never be!

I carried on but first I opened the lid of the bin and my heart jumped with joy. I saw the broken Walkman player but I saw the tape still intact. You can bet your butts I took it back and did a little victory dance and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

I put it in my jackets inside pocket and just walked and walked. I walked into the garden and through the woods. Just had to jump this old iron rusted gate before I was free, so that is exactly what I did. I walked backwards to do a short run towards the gate and off i went. I ran as the rain splashed on my glasses but I was just able to see when I was close enough and with my speed and timing I jumped over the fence just in time. I watched at the spikey bar of the gate just about missed my crotch and I landed straight into the dirt landing on my ass first.

I did it. I goddamn did it. I was free!
I looked at were I landed and behind me seeing the orphanage in the distance and the gate before I let out a laugh. Not of joy but of relief. I felt good. I felt the beautiful feeling of rain against my quills and furr. I felt...free at last!

I got up, rubbed my dirty knees and walked down the road not looking back at that orphanage and like my parents, never seeing it again.