I sometimes look back to my past to see if I ever missed something. I've spent so long trying to see if I missed just one little thing. I can't. The car in pieces, my parents dead, and that blurry memory. Sometimes I think if someone caused it. I've never found out anything. Eight years and over never found anything. I tried bringing it to an adult, but they just think it's my imagination running wild.
No one at school believes me. I'm just an outcast. The outcast who lost his parents, the loser who sits by himself at lunch, or the guy who was lost in a deserted town for a year. After my parents died I thought of them for as long as I can remember. I was so, mad. I couldn't comprehend why they were the ones who had to leave me. Why couldn't it have been someone else?
When I was 13 I decided to run away. No one would care, no one is here to care for me. I stayed for five years alone in my house. I worked to get money to pay for my food, and I used my parents retirement fund to pay for the bills for the house. At age 13 I couldn't take it anymore. All of the stupid things happening in my life, all of the kids at my school getting into fights wth me, and worst of all, I didn't have any friends.
I was the outcast. No one payed any attention to me. My messy black hair. My blue icy cold eyes. Dark blue jeans with a t-shirt. I had enough. I packed everything and fit it in a backpack. And I ran away. I ran, and I ran. Far far away from my pain and from my past. The only way to escape my past was to run fast away from it. Every second I slowed down, every breath I took, every time I blinked brought back the memories of the car crash.
I just kept running. I knew if I stopped it would all come back. I don't know where I was going. But I knew something was a head of me. One light, turned on. I ran towards it hoping it would be someone who could help me. I knocked in the door hoping to see someone with a gentle face. He opened the door and I can still remember the exact face I saw.
"What do u want kid? Your not supposed to be here. They will find you and they will torture you like they did to me." He said.
"I'm a runaway. I just-" I was interrupted by a loud bang. I remember a surge of pain running down my shoulder blade. I felt a fluid running down my back staining my clothes.
"Your hit!" The man said.
"This way I've found the intruder!" A man with a gun said. The man who opened the door grabbed me and pulled me in. He threw me down on the floor and closed the door. I tired to look around but I saw no one. He went back out there. What was he going to do? He was just an old man. I heard all of these horrible noises scream so loudly. I thought that was the man. I was wrong.
"It's ok, I took care of them. They're not going to find you anytime soon." The man said.
"What is this place?" I asked. The man stood my up and said something that took me sometime to figure out.
"Welcome to the South Wall." He said.
