The Runner

My real name is something forgotten. Something no one pays attention to. I go in and out of families, normally because of neglecting and abuse, and I've been all over the U.S. I've been to Kansas, Texas, Arkansa, Georgia, South Carolina, Virginia, Rhode Island, Maryland, and many other places. I never got the chance to go sight seeing or explore the state, but that changes for New York. I'm going to go through hell with my new family in New York. I'm going to run away. They're going to beat me, insult me, try to break me, but it's too late, I'm already shattered, they're late for that, and so then I'm going to run away for a longer time, and then they're going to beat me harder, and it will be a continues process until the foster system realizes I'm being abused. No one uses my real name, it changes every home. Even my foster parents don't call me anything. Recently, I've been known as the runner.