It was dust everywhere. The way the building broke down and fire and ashes started to rise. He ran for his life and tried to escape it all. It wasn't the first time that he had to go through this. He went through pain and fear all the time but now it was real. His family wasn't there,so he couldn't save them. The young boy also didn't own anything but his clothes and his heart. All he had was himself so he had to save it in this very moment. Every second mattered now and he knew,that if he wouldn't run fast enough now,he would die. The ceiling was breaking down,the walls falling apart. Down the stairs and through the door before he could run on the other side of the street,just to see his last home burn. He was completely homeless now. Tears started to fall down as he realized what he lost. Once again he looked at it before just turning around and running through the Forrest behind him. Without any idea about where to go. Running,that was all he wanted to do with his last power,before he reached the end and the other side of the Forrest and was now standing in the middle of a street. He looked around. No one was there..
he couldn't hold himself so he just let himself down on the wall of a big building.
That was now three years ago. The young guy who ran about three miles now didn't leave his place since then. Everyday he saw all the business guys walking around with their expensive phones,bags and suits but he..he didn't even had something to eat since yesterday morning.
It was hopeless. No one would ever notice or want him. He literally wasn't even with a cent.
The world turned against him and he lost all his trust. Wherever he went or whatever time it was,he was constantly scared. He remembered the screams and all the times he cried for help. They wouldn't let him go,they kept going,kept on ruining him and all of his dreams. They were so close to him and at the end they were too close. Whenever he looked down at his hands,he saw the scars and the wounds from the cuffs. The kept him,didn't let him go. Not even when he was out of his mind. The young boy never stopped crying or asking himself why he yet didn't end everything.
Pain was the only thing that let him now that he was still breathing.
„ We are keeping our souls alive just to find someone that destroys it. No one will ever love me as much as I trust others. No one will ever understand what I feel. It is not pain,health,love or hope what keeps me alive. What keeps me alive is the ambition to find someone that loves me more than I love them. It might not be this live,but maybe another one."
„...I will always wait for you."
