I ran out. Through the streets, anywhere I could go. I just had to escape all that life that was ruined and had no sense anymore.

I held my injured right leg as I tried to keep going. I was crying out of anger and fear, I rubbed my eyes and some tears blended with blood on my face. My mouth was swollen and I felt like I forgot how to talk. I walked down the streets ithout knowing where to go and looked for help but on a winter night it was expected to not find anybody out.

I thought of giving up and mybe go back home but I erased that thought from my head when I finally saw somebody. I ran to a stranger boy and I broke down.

"He's gonna kill me, please help me." I crawled to his knees and as my leg was hurting more and more I forgot the pain and as let go of everything, I closed my eyes and lied on the cold hard ground.