One summer at midnight exactly I wasn't asleep, it was unusual because I was always the kind of person to go to bed early and rise early but not today. Today was different, I was wide awake in the living room, which ironically didn't have much space for living, my apartment was a tiny one bedroom apartment that I had lived in practically my entire life. I feel like I should probably explain why I've spent most of my time alone but I'm sure that it will come up later. In my living room I had the television on to make it seem as though I wasn't as lonely as I felt, it was on the news, (the channel I never payed attention to), I was mindlessly scrolling through my phone like I normally do on these kinds of days, the kind of days that aren't fun but aren't boring-they have nothing going on but still doesn't seem like I'm missing out on something. It was already half past eleven at night and I hadn't eaten yet, so as any normal person would I rose to get a snack, I wish I hadn't, although I can't blame myself for it-I didn't know any better at the time, I had grown accustomed to the situation I was in. The reason I wish I hadn't is simple, I had later found out that the news I missed for a split second was the most important thing I could have heard to prevent the situation I was in. There was a prison break, I guess this is where I could go into a very in depth story telling of how my parents were killed and I was put into witness protection program at the age of eight and had been in foster care for five years. Eventually I just left at thirteen, even the government couldn't find me although I'm guessing they didn't really care, it was one less kid they had to worry about caring for. I simply took my parents money they had left for me and set off for a new life. Unfortunately that didn't work out too well for me, although I was safer in the program I can't say I regret my decision to leave, and although I seem as though I must be writing to you, all happy and alive. My end was much different.
