"Go ahead run. Run as fast and as far as your legs can carry you. Run, don't stop. Because eventually you will and all that running will mean nothing. Because you'll still be stuck with me. And there's nothing you can do to change that." Living in fear everyday is not something I signed up for. But it was my way of life. My mother left my father and I when I was 2. At least, that's the story my father told me. Half the time I don't believe what he says though, I cant. He's an abusive, alcoholic asshole. So I highly doubt that most of the things he tells me are true. Even if she did leave I wouldn't blame her. I wouldn't necessarily even be mad she didn't take me with her. If she had the chance to escape i'm glad she did. Because no one should have to live like this. Now it's my turn to try and run away. It's my last and only chance to make it. Because if I have to stay here much longer. I don't know if I can take it. Can that boy there help? I can do this. Can't I?