Runner

Introduction

Running, that's all I did, all I've ever done. Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide; nowhere was safe for me. 

I was twelve when it happened, the day after my birthday.

We had just started cleaning the house and getting ready for the holidays three weeks later it'd be Thanksgiving then, exactly a month after it would be Christmas. Who would have known that would be the last day I'd ever see my family? Our relationship may not have been great, but I still loved them unconditionally. They were my family after all. There was nothing bad or wrong between us, we fought and loved like a normal family.

Right now, I'm twenty-one and still running. I eat and sleep when I'm able to, I've been all over the east coast, and I'm currently in Vermont. It's now springtime here and it's so pretty with the flowers and trees starting to bloom, and the cool air slowly turning warmer, it feels great upon my frail and pale skin. It's just nice, relaxing, and calm; Just what I've been needing.

I guess you're wondering why I'm running and who I'm running from. But it's not who, it's more of 'what' I'm running from. I know who he is, and I'm sure that more people out there are like him, which is why I keep to myself. I don't usually stay in one place for more than a few months, a year at most. I don't need to be caught; who knows what'll happen if he gets a chance to catch me.

I know of his name, but I've only heard it once; 'Stephen' played over and over in my head for the past nine years, there hasn't been a day that went by where I wasn't hearing his name echo in my head. He looked to be at most 23 years old but by how he reacts to modern things, you'd think he was around a hundred years old or so. He's littered with tattoos from head to toe. I have only seen him a handful of times, but what he looks like never left my mind. He's got these piercing blueish almost silver eyes and a jawline that could kill someone.

The only way I knew it was by him following me was because of a certain tattoo on his neck, it was this floral piece, the only visible colored piece that I took notice of while the rest of his tattoos are more black and white. He hasn't stopped following me, he always knew where I was and where I've been. But he hasn't made a move it's as if he's watching me and my every step, making sure I'm not going to cry 'wolf' or something.

At this current moment, I have no idea where he is, all I knew was that he's in town. I only knew this, because now and then you could hear the whispers of the residents of the town talking about some mysterious man in a nice car driving around town, most comments were from the women who'd talk about how built he was and how he was 'attractive' while the male population talked about how nice the car looked and tried to guess on any information about it.

As a twenty-one-year-old, living on their own with an economy like what we currently have, I had to get a job, well two, I currently work at a gym and at a bar that was a block away from the gym. My apartment was a block away from the place where I work so I didn't have fear of walking home at night, I made sure to only keep the number of people at work, so no one could figure out where I lived, and I preferred to keep things professional, you know, co-worker to co-worker. I didn't like to mix my personal life with my professional life. I would have felt guilty if they got hurt because of me and the constant moving that I do. when it comes to getting a job, I always apply to be a temp staff due to the constant moving and running that I've been doing.