I didn't know what was happening until I was sprinting throughout the city. There was no way that I could stay in that house for my life. No chance in hell. Why am I doing this? Why can't I stay at my house anymore?
If you heard the words, no not words, screams exchanged in that house, you would understand but you don't.
My only option is to run. I can't be told that I was a mistake or that I'm worthless one more time. My only option is this. I can take care of myself, but not for long. I might be able to find a new family to love me.
If that's even possible. Might as well try.