No Identity

I ran through the hallways screaming. I smashed the locked door open causing my hands to bleed. I had to get away from here, there was no way I could stay. Sirens blared in the distance causing me to cover my ears. I ran. The police couldn't catch me if I disappeared.

I couldn't change. My dad was a thief, my mom was a thief. It's in my blood. It's what comes naturally.

Running through the deserted field, to our deserted home, I opened the door to find my drunk grandmother. I packed a bag and grabbed my money, this was the only thing I actually didn't steal. I left. Left the pain. My old identity. Gabriella Joy McAlester is no longer.

No identity, no one knows the real me. Ever.