The Light Behind your Eyes (shines brighter than ever.)

   I stood at the edge of my bed and prepared for the worst. I started to breathe heavily as the smoke made it to my lungs.

   He walked in and took one look at me and filled with rage and hatred.

   "How dare you!" My foster father spat at me.

   I clung to the side of the sheets on my bed and hid my face so he couldn't slap me. I was shaking uncontrollably, I was scared, broken, hated. Everything I try to do right seemed to make things worse, and that was why I was always running away. There was nobody who could have saved me from my terrible, abusive, disturbing foster family.

   He pulled me by the collar of my shirt until i was so close to his face I could smell the alcohol he had been drinking.

   "You're sick and twisted!" I screamed.

    "You have no idea what sick and twisted is, I'll show you sick and twisted!" he said pinning me against the wall.

     I begged and pleaded for him to let me go but it didn't help. He slapped me right in the face.

     It killed and I cringed while feeling a sting run up my face.

     He let go of me and left me alone in my room. I didn't move for a while, fearing that he would have been standing outside my door waiting to hear me move just so he could come in and hit me again.

     When I was sure the coast was clear I looked out my window at the setting sun and decided quickly, no regret, today was indeed the day. Today was the day I would initiate my plan and escape from this brutal environment. I knew that if my foster parents found me they would never let me leave the house again.

      I opened up my window making sure it wouldn't  make its usual squeak and looked down at the lawn and then at the sidewalk. I knew as soon as my feet hit the ground I would run, never look back, or come back.

      I slid my legs over the window sill and  tip toed to the side of the house by the rain spout.

      The shingles made faint cracking noises as I made my way over and I now sat at the edge of the roof daring, just daring myself to jump for the sake of freedom. So I did and tumbled to the yellowing untamed grass below. Shaking my head I got up and dusted myself off and ran, no, more like darted to the sidewalk.

        I ran down the road and past the busy traffic. why it was so busy I had no clue and I didn't exactly care. I just ran for about a mile nonstop.

        I ran to the park and tried to not look to conspicuous by just casually  strolling through like I would on my way home from school.

        I saw a few guys standing under a large oak tree and looked over at them and quickly brought my attention back to where I was going , and then  I realized I didn't know where I was going at all. I drew my attention away for one second and saw the one in the Iron Maiden shirt coming towards me.

       I looked at him closely and noticed it was Gerard fucking Way.

       My heart pounded as I saw that he was approaching ME. I started to walk faster since I couldn't let him see me. He was my favorite singer, my idol, what kept me alive was My Chemical Romance. Gerard started to walk faster and I knew he was following me. I looked back at him and saw him smirk.

      "Hey, kid! Come back here!" He exclaimed as he ran after me.

      I finally gave up and decided that if I wanted to stay hidden I wouldn't be able to draw attention to myself so I turned around  and looked at him giving a confused look.