I've had enough, I've tried and tried to compromise and see the good in everything. but I'm 14 and I Carnt pretend To be positive and strong anymore because at heart I'm falling to pieces. i grabbed my black rucksack and filled it with clothes,food and money after thinking about it for 14 years finally going to run away. I took one more look at mum laying on the couch with a empty bottle of vodka in her hand waiting for dad to come only to beat every inch of her body.
I kissed her on the forehead and left just like that I felt happier already. after walking down alleys and street for the past 2 hours I finally found a nice safe spot to sleep. it was in the middle of the park on a bench not the comfiest but I made do. I starred at the stars wondering what my future will hold when i saw a shadow. I bolted upright to see a man sat on the other side of the bench. 'ran away' he asked. I nodded too scared to talk. 'you must he around 14 I left around your age, ten years later I'm still here' he smiled and offered me a drag if his cig. 'why did you leave?' I questioned feeling more comfortable around him. 'I never had a family, I was passed from care home to care home, I never had someone love me so I left. I slept on the very bench were sat on and I still sleep on it everynight' he looked at me in a way no one has ever looked at me before almost as if he could trust me. 'sorry would you like you're bench back?' He giggled ' no love it's your first night and there's no other benches I'll just sleep her' he set out his blankets and slept on the pavement below. 'if you don't mind me asking how have you raised money and supported yourself for so long' I asked whilst handing my pillow to him. 'I'm a drug dealer, I don't own the drugs I'm sort of like a messenger I don't get paid loads but it gets me my food an water. I can sort you out with a job if you want?' I thought for a while on his offer 'sure I'm not gonna get money anywhere else' I smiled at him and began sleeping. he just smiled back and slept himself.
