Where It All Started

When I was 4, I ran away from home. Away from the abuse and the scent of alcohol that forever haunts me. To a place where they accepted me with open arms and raised me as if I was one of there own. They became my new family, they helped me forget old and showed me that I had a bright future ahead of me.
And yet the nightmares still come, the familiar stench floods my nostrils and the pain seeps into my broken heart. It's been years since then, I've built up wall that blocked me from ever getting close to anyone, after all I was just another mistake.