"I run and run, but I'm not getting anywhere. Just burn me out, yes, keep pushing me away..."

~Run-BTS

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He walked around, stumbling, not drunk, but feeling like his mind was swimming in enough thoughts to make it feel like he was heavily intoxicated. He could hear fire truck sirens somewhere in the background.

His mom would say it was him, all she liked doing was screwing him over, and this time she didn't even have to find something, he'd given her a perfectly good reason. Her son had just tried to burn the house down.

I'll have to run then. I'm not spending a night in prison, not even one damn night.

He started toward the school. It was the only other place he could go, everyone would be gone by now, it was late enough. His 'friends' would sell him out, he couldn't think of any family that could stand the sight of him. But he could remember a detention one evening where they made him mop all the bathrooms for showing up to school without the uniform, and he could remember a window in the girl's locker-room that didn't really lock, and could be opened from the outside just as easily as from the inside if he gave it a try.

The walk to the school wasn't far. If it was, he was likely to be caught by either the police, or anyone in the neighborhood that knew about him.

And what would his mother do? If she wasn't in the hospital for third degree burns, she'd pull every string she could to get his ass back, and she'd pretend to be concerned while everyone was watching, while her image as a mother was at stake, then as soon as everyone went away, she'd get that steel bat.

Yoongi shivered involuntarily. He hated how just the thought of it sent a wave of fear through him, how it took his insides and twisted them. Why are you so goddamn weak, Yoongi?

When he got to the school his mind a little clearer by then, he kept to the outer edges of it staying away from the main path to the school, and going directly around to the back where the window would be.

"Shit..." Yoongi mumbled to himself realizing how dark and empty and foreboding the school was at night, without the lights and the people, it was an empty shell.

He didn't have a flashlight, or even a lighter, so even though he didn't have a lot of trouble reaching up toward the window and pulling himself up, the window only really needing a push to get open, it was still dark as hell inside, only a small beam of moonlight casting light onto a dusty ledge just under the window.

Yoongi scrunched up his nose, coughing at all the dust. Finding he was crawling in dust at least 2 centimeters thick.

He could hear the sirens getting closer, he didn't have a lot of time. His heart was already pounding loud in his ears, the sirens were probably closer than he thought.

Below the ledge was a black abyss. It wasn't actually, below was two rows of wood benches parallel to the ledge, but that was at least 3 meters down, and he couldn't see for shit, so it might as well have been a black abyss, same thing.

On the ledge, he was clearly visible from the window, all anyone had to do was drive by with their headlights on, and his outline would be plainly visible.

He sighed, the exhalation echoing around the girl's locker-room, and sounding like a chorus of sighs, all overlapping. He refused to be caught. He jumped down from the ledge, not thinking twice, he didn't have time for that.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled, then covered his mouth, biting his lip to stop any further exclamations. He'd landed just barely on a bench, slipped off, and hitting his back on the bench opposite. It hurt like hell, he wanted to yell out a billion profanities, but the sirens were getting louder, they were getting closer, he didn't have a lot of time.

He still couldn't see for shit, but tried to get up anyway. To go where? He wasn't sure, he was going by a month old memory at this point, trying to remember where the lockers were, and where each bench was. Though he still crashed into a locker, and hit his shin on a few benches, biting his lip hard to keep from yelling out strings of profanities.

When he stopped, he couldn't see the window anymore, but he wasn't sure where he was, everything looking black as pitch. He learned his lesson with the benches and lockers, and slowly sat down on the ground, feeling around as he did so.

The floor felt a little different then the other floor, and there were droplets of water in a few spots, but he couldn't say he cared too much at the current moment.

He just waited, with bated breath, as he tried to listen for the sirens, see if they were getting further away.

He waited, and waited, the sound blaring at the same volume for a while, as they searched the school more then probably. But eventually, even that went away, and he was left with stark silence.

Maybe five minutes later, he let out a sigh of relief, letting his head rest against the wall behind him.I did it. Just for now, I'm out of that house. That goddamn hellhole. He laughed to himself, a dry, tired chuckle that echoed around the room. It only amplified how alone he was, how strangely empty but free he was.

For a while, he waited to see if his eyes would adjust to the darkness so he could get out without ramming his shin into something, but eventually he just fell asleep. Probably the most peaceful sleep he'd ever had.

Until he heard a girl screaming bloody damn murder above him followed by almost non-understandable sentences, that finally ended in, "You pervert!! Get out!"

Oh, it's just her. That annoying kid with the boyish haircut.

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A/N:

idk why it's short??? seemed longer when I was writing it?? Hahaaha~ BUT FIRST CHAPTER, YAAYY~! ^o^)/

I wanna update~ SOON O_O But... I have work on weekends normally T^T *SIGHS FOREVER*

~Neri~