I was running. Faster and faster! Away from the fears. Fears I couldn't escape from. Fears of my past. My parent's non-stop arguing as a child, my mum's death, my dad shooting her. These things led me to be bullied at school, abused by my horrible boyfriend that wouldn't let me leave, and most importantly, the dangerous insanity given to me from fear. It didn't stop. It never did. I had no-one to turn to, no-one to help me. I was alone. Terrified, I packed my bag with all my things and ran. Ran away from life, ran away from my past to start again.
