Why I Run

Chapter two

Now, I am fifteen and have a constant fear of police. My friend Lucius told me it was an obsessive fear, but not an unbelievable one.

Lucius Wavelto, my best friend I met on the run, has a similar story to mine. He was caught in a lab when a thunderstorm came and was hit, just like me. Unlike me, however, Lucius had nothing to anger him. But two people came in to see a scared kid on the floor. They attempted to talk to Lucius, but he got scared and shocked them.

Together, we killed five people and owe a lifetime in jail, even though we didn't mean to kill them.

Now, I stare at my troubled friend with chocolate brown hair and green eyes. He is slightly taller than me at 5'8". I'm 5'6". Yes we're both short but we're only fifteen.

One thing that scares me about Lucius is that he can be the confident one in one minute then be the scared one in the next. But that might just be because he was beaten as a kid.

I just started to believe we had ten minutes to eat something before Lucius said, "They're here."