Run (John O'Callaghan Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Lyrick

I stare at the ceilling as I lay on my back on the cold wood flooring of my one room apartment. I'm not even sure If I'm feeling right now. I'm numb. Not that I care. How long have I been in this city now? I don't know. At least a month, by this point. I think.

I left a long time ago, despite how long I've been in this particular city. Probably around 7 or 8 months. Who knows. I don't care enough to keep track of the time. I'm bad at it anyway. I've decided to root myself in Tempe, Arizona. Seems harmless enough so far. No one back home in Vancouver would even think I'd be somewhere like this. Then again, they probably haven't even noticed that I left. I shut my eyes and try to recall everything that occured before I left.

"Why do you always mess everything up!" My father had screamed into my face, probably for the millionth time in my 19 years of living, which is probably why I remember it so clearly. I wasn't even sure what I messed up, and right now, I can't remember why he was so angry at me. He shouted at me, called me every name under the sun, and I was over it. I was 18 by then. He couldn't keep me there, not legally. After he'd drunk himself to oblivion for the night, I packed everything. I packed everything I thought I'd need, which wasn't much, and I left. I don't even remember half of it. I was lost. Lost in a strange place, lost in my own mind. Just lost.

He may have been yelling at me about something to do with my mom leaving him. She didn't even say goodbye. But that was over a year ago, how could he have been blaming me for that? Who knows. And either way, it's not my problem anymore.

To the people back in Vancouver who knew me, I'm dead to them. Just a figment of their imagination, as if I'd never even existed, and frankly, I'm fine with that.

I sit up from the floor, and stare around the small place I'd begun to call home. It can only get better from here, right?