This story will be unusual, at the very least. This will handle with dark topics such as suicide, cutting, abuse, etc., so beware and tread no further if those are touchy topics for you. ----- Run. Run. Run. The only word that's been drilled into my head for as long as I can remember. My first word. I tried running before I tried walking. Run. Run. Run. There it is, my saving grace. My white knight in these dark times. If I could only reach it, I'll be a step closer for when she says I'm good enough. If I can reach it, I'll be a step closer to earning her love. Run. Run. Run. My legs are screaming at me to stop, but I can't. My breathing is getting heavy, but I'm almost there. It flickers in the wind, waiting. For me. Run. Run. Color.