Don't touch him...

I knew I should've stayed home...

//Jame's introduction//
Clock..
Tick...
Tock...
Tick...
Tock....

     Sit down, don't move, they'll continue on. Screams, fill the house and muffled there way out. They're screaming at me, but I don't listen instead I run to the roof, its raining I love it. The rain of course, hard droplets hitting my face, cold stings to my beaten flesh. The screams from my parents continue they always do.
My step dad is what most call a drunk, he's a alcoholic who beat me when ever he saw fit, great way to start the story of my life to you. I hated him for what he did but,on the same hand I was a coward. My mother the apprentice of the operation always helping him and hiding it from the rest of the world.

Crack...
Crack...
Crack...

     I throw the shingles off the roof, I don't care its not my house its my drunk step dads house. I'm a fucking kid that nobody wanted thats why my real dad left, its why my mother is always sending me off and once I knew that I didn't care anymore.
I'm done with this shit I gotta get away... I have to...

     Hours passed and then finaly the house laid silent, I walk down and grab the packed bag I made myself that sat by the front door. "This is for what you did to me, and I'm never coming back here"
     I open the front door slowly hearing the alarm go of and my step father shout that's when I bolted. Not even caring about the door my shaky legs took of toward the wooded area away from the home.
     Walking down the wooded path in the dark in the rainy night laughing to myself, I was finally free. They'll never find me, they'll never care to find me either. I climb up a tree with a lot of coverage yet at the same time a big view and sleep there til morning.
     This was my escape. This was my new begining, away from them, away from the pain.