My Escape

"Get outta here boy! No one wants your ugly ass!" Ugh, I hate that man. I can't believe my mom fell for such an inconsiderate scumbag. I'm glad I have an escape. I will always have an escape. If only it would keep it all away. Forever.

My name is Kellan Wood and I am one of the few teen age boys in this town that still lives with his parents. Well, one parent. Rodger will never be my father. What I mean is that all of the other boys have gotten kicked out for getting their girlfriends pregnant, or abusing drugs. Well I do drugs, but my mom still hasn't found out yet.

I can't let her find out. It would break her heart. It is my only escape from this rotten world. I almost can't even stand living anymore. It's so...repulsive.

Don't get me wrong. I used to be happy before my dad left us. I was his world. Well at least I thought I was before he ran off.  Leaving my whole family behind. In my old life it was just me, my older sister Krista, my mom and my dad. I guess you could say that now this family has been completely pulled apart. My dad left us and Krista got killed in a hit and run. Now they are both gone. I thought is was peaceful with just me and my mom.

All of that changed though. She says she is in love with Rodger. I don't believe her. All he is good for is keeping a roof over our heads. Which he can hardly do anyway.

That's exactly why drugs are my best friend. Now I know you are probably thinking that a 14 year old boy is too young for pot or weed or crack. Whatever you want to call it. Whatever it's called anyway.

I don't care.

I love it.

More than anything.

It lets me get away from everything. My pain. The loss. It all goes away. Now let me warn you. It feels good for a little while, until you wake up and it all comes flooding back.

All of it.

Everything.

I hate it.

More than anything.

That's the only reason I still take it from Drew. My human best friend. It feels so good, but starting was the worst mistake of my life.

I've tried to quit before, but it's so hard. Like a magnet pulling you back harder and harder each time and you can't turn it off.

I make peace in my mind I guess you could say. By listening to my favorite band, Breaking Benjamin. Every single one of their songs relates to me in some way. They help me get away too. My refuge I guess you could call it. My kryptonite.

Sure, I could've run away by now, but I can't. I am the only real thing my mom has left. If I go she'll fall apart. I can NOT let that happen.