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To run away from problems..

Syron and I grew up together.. He was my best friend... But as we grew older things began to change. I was 4 at the time and Syron was 7. He was an only child and was sent to a camp like every other male in his family. The camp trained him to become a professional assassin.. He was specifically a hunter... A demon hunter... He was sent away for 3 years for his beginner training and I had missed him for all those years so I was naturally excited to see my bestfriend again... But that wasn't the case..

Syron had changed and not in a good way. He was rude and pushed me away from him as if he wanted nothing to do with me. My 7 year old heart was broken. Syron was the only person I had actually trusted... A few months before my 9th birthday I found out that Syron was leaving again so I thought the logical thing for me to do was to leave before Syron did to "lessen the pain".. Yeah, I was a dumb kid..

I planned for weeks before actually doing anything. I had quite the imagination so believe it or not I did some pretty crazy things...

First, I stole my father's gun. It was not an easy task since it was at the top of my parents closet and I was 9 and short...

Second, I wrote notes. A different note for each person that gave muiltiple different answers to the same question: "Where is he running off to?". I found a pretty safe place to stay after a while of searching but more on that later.

Third, I planned the day that I would leave the notes and run off. I left on a Friday night. That day at school at the end of the day I slipped a note into all of my teachers bags letting them know that they would never see me again. I put a note on my dresser to let my parents and siblings know that they would never see me again. I told them that I was going to London while I told my teachers that I was going to Germany... Thinking back on it.. I was pretty dumb yet kind of smart...

I snuck out of my house with my backpack full of clothes, canned foods, money I had stolen, the gun and its ammo, and other necessary items. It all somehow fit into the bag. I snuck out of my house and made my way to Syron's.

His room was on the second floor so I left my backpack on the ground and put the gun in my waistband after making sure it was on safety like my father had taught me before I climbed my way up the side of the house. My goal was to leave a specialized note on Syron's dresser, It gave away my actual destination.. America. I was afraid to wake Syron up so I moved as slowly as possible and as quietly as possible.

Until a loud sound was heard from his kitchen, that's when I dove under his bed and hid. I heard the bed creak under Syron's weight as he stood up walking to and out of his bedroom door, conveniently leaving the door open just a little so I could hear if anyone was coming into or passing by the room. I slowly got up, dropping the note onto Syron's bed and bolting out of the open window. Syron had always slept with his window open when he was younger so i wasn't surprised that he hadn't noticed when he woke up even though he grew out of it a few years ago.. It was a complicated journey but I had eventually made my way to the ground and grabbed my backpack, swiftly putting it on my back and turning around to look at Syron's house one more time.

When I turned I could see Syron looking around his kitchen through the large window that covered most of one of the kitchen walls. I felt as if I had frozen in time when Syron's eyes met mine, a chill ran down my spine or maybe it was the cold wind from the October night... Syron's yellow, catlike eyes staring into my brown ones. Syron's eyes had always effected me.. They made me feel cold and slightly afraid. I didn't realize I was still staring at Syron until he took a step closer to the window as if he were trying to get a better look at me in the darkness.

I ran. I ran as fast as I could, but I knew he could still catch me if he wanted to.. I ran like he was the problem I was running from because he was. He's the reason I'm running. I continued to run until I actually couldn't.

I forced myself into an alleyway and sat down, watching the streets and waiting to see his figure run past just in case he was chasing me. I fell asleep in the alley. I was terrified when I woke up that Saturday morning to the sound of shuffling on my right.

I jumped up, becoming dizzy from the quick movement a moment afterwards, and looked around, placing my hand on the gun that I still had in my pants. The shuffling turned out to be a stray cat chasing a rat.. I calmed myself before checking my bag, making sure I had everything I needed, and leaving the alley. I kept my head down as I walked the unfamiliar streets, pulling my hood over my head and hoping that no one stopped me to ask where I was going and where my parents were. I continued to walk straight, soon realizing that I had no idea where I was or where I could actually go.

I stopped in front of a bakery and sat on a bench, being very careful of my surroundings. A voice started to call out to me. I hadn't heard the voice before so I quickly stood up and looked around, I probably looked like an insane person to everyone surrounding me but I couldn't care at that point.. I was terrified. The voice became louder and my body began to move towards it, completely against my will. I was fighting myself to try to stop but I just couldn't. My brain said to go far away from the voice but my body completely disagreed, taking me down a path I didn't know existed.. Well I didn't know that town existed either but that's beside the point.

I continued to walk down the path, still losing the fight to my own body until I reached a lake and was in control again, or so I thought.. I tried to run but I couldn't. My legs wouldn't move unless I wanted them to go towards the lake so I gave in, walking into the lake and letting the water cover me completely..

I thought that it was the end. I had run away and would be found dead in a lake far from my hometown, but when I reached the bottom of the lake I could still breathe. I could breathe the water like it was air.. I could walk around as if I were on land.. I could see perfectly clear... There was a door on the "floor" of the lake. Thinking that I was already dead because of the strange things that were happening I opened the door.. Why did I open the door...