Where The Wild Ones Run

The sound of my heart beating pierces my ears, it echoing through out my head. My legs shaking with regret and terror the sweat gracefully falling down my head. The wind roaring behind me and my cheeks saturated with my own tears, swelling my once joyful eyes. All we wanted was freedom but all I wanted was to be normal.

Seventeen-year-old Archer Cartman, a shy and loving boy with dreams that amazed even himself, a boy who loved and was loved by everyone. But even death could change the sweetest person.... Once what was once a loving boy was now a cold-hearted monster, instead of picking up books a beer sat in his hands, instead of the consuming the fresh air, his lungs now filled with smoke, he was dying inside and out.