Far Away

I had begun to realize that I could not last much longer. I remember freezing. I was so cold I could barely move.
I remember wanting to go home but just couldn't, if they had treated me badly before they would probably hate me more. I kept going' struggling to stay alive and stay sane. At this point I had been gone for a month I had finished the 20 dollars 2 weeks ago I was standing waiting by the dump all the time to survive. I had bunked at my friends house till her parents had called my mom. I left at 4 the next morning so they could not find me.
I was back at square one. I was hiding in the local convince store because I knew they never go there. I can faintly remember the police would come by all the time looking for a "missing" child. A short 9 year old by the name Lexus. I would hide in fear of being found and having to go back to the place I feared. I would often run to hide in the bushes or bathroom till the manager would tell me I was safe to come out.
People would try to help me and get me home. I was so wild at this point I just would stay quiet and if they came to pick me up I would try to bite them then apologize and run away from them.