Disturbia

Running

 Years; cant remember how many now but its been way to many. Running that’s all I ever seem to do. I'm getting tired of it; the running and hiding the person I am. Nobody knows who I am or about my pass.  I don’t get close to anyone because its easier that way. But I left to start over to forget what happen.  I thought leaving would help but it didn't help.  If it was up to me I never wanted to be back here, but I guess that's how life works. What comes around goes around. My mind hasn’t been right for years now. There are so many questions running through my mind everyday. So many memories flood my mind each and every waking moment. I haven't figured out which ones hurt most.  With so many of them unanswered it makes life hard to move and forget. There was so much confusion and pain, I guess that's why I left. I didn't want to be here. Everything that was going on, I would have stayed but the one person that I loved pushed me away; that was my breaking point. So I left, I ran away like I always do but what choice did I have. Now here I am doing a job I became good at very quickly. I'm basically at the top of my job. I can fly anywhere in the world and money isn’t a problem. My job has taken be all over: Japan, Brazil, even Russia, like I said I'm good at my job. But never would I except to be back home. Home, that word makes me sick. This isn’t home; not anymore. I don’t know what home is anymore, i don’t even know who I am anymore. All I do is work, it keeps my mind busy. If I work all the time then I cant over think. So here I am doing a job. My plan is to get the job done, do it fast and then get out. Don't talk to anyone that may remember me. but that’s will be harder said then done to some extent. I mean I've changed my name, my style and my personality. I know that seems bad but if you knew my story and what happen you would understand why I did what I did.

Just as I get off the plane my phone beeps. As I look at it I sigh. Another fucking email. I swear I live off my phone… oh well its part of the job. I was shocked that it wasn’t from work. It was an email I haven’t seen the year I left. I opened it and it was a high school reunion. So much for being invisible in the town. This is just the icing on the cake. I could feel my anxiety start to build up on my way to my hotel room. My vision started to go. I needed to calm myself down. So I went to the place I used to go to escape life.