I can remember it clearly,almost like it was yesterday. When I ran away to live on my own. I was tired of living like I couldn't do anything on my own. Like I was some kinda of pet or something. Doing all the work and being treated poorly. I got out and my it my life. The way I wanted my life and do what I want. Not what they want. This is my life.
I escaped when I was 15 and I'm 17 now. So I've been on the run for about 2 years. I've worked in a small cafe for money and live in an apartment. The pay isn't much,but enough to live on. The apartment is a decent size too. A one bedroom with a kitchen and bathroom. Good for one person.
I live in a small town called Dullton. It isn't too bad. The people are nice and I have a friend or two at the cafe. I guess you could call it a little country town. There's plenty of Southern Hospitality here. I would say so at least. The food here is great too. Like home cooking. It has a bakery,a thrift store or two,small houses and apartments,a gas station,and a wallmart. Its the life here for me. Its quiet and stable and great for settling down. I could stay here forever. I will have to leave soon though.
My parents have been looking for me. And I am sure they will look in this town too. I need to leave sometime this week. Just to stay safe I usually erase all traces of me being here. Like quitting my job,telling the cafe manager to erase my name from the data,and getting the apartment manager to erase my name and info from their computers.
Well that's my,Alice Nytray's,sweet life. Running and running. Escaping from my past. Trying to forget what I don't want to remember.