I ran away.
Away from everything. Away from the notebooks, the crisp paper, the eraser shavings. I ran away.
Away from the grades, away from the torture, away from the confinement. I ran. I did not stay. I ran away.
Why should I have to stay? Why? Was there any reason for me to stay? No. I would never know what I would have turned out as. Instead, I ran away.
I was afraid.
Afraid. Scared. Frightened. Terrified. No one was there. Every turn, every tree, every sight, every sound – they all scared me. I was afraid.
I was afraid of them and I ran away.
But, am I free?
