"I can't handle you anymore, you just don't get it!"
"Well excuse me for having an opinion?"
"Just stop your attitude. I've had enough"
"Fine"
"Fine"
This is not exactly the typical conversation I would have with my dad, but today wasn't your typical day. I'm not sure what it was. Possibly just the smell of lavender that constantly encased our house became too much? Maybe the milk I had at breakfast was slightly expired? Or, most probable, that yearning for something more than my disconsolate existence had finally become too much. Whatever it was I was sure as hell not fine.
I guess my rational brain was drowning in rage when I decided to leave. But, oh man, was my plan full proof. I would wait till midnight, before switching off the alarm system and climbing out of my window. I had already loosened the bolts in the burglar bars outside my window that afternoon. I packed the bare necessities and made sure not to include too much of one thing. I didn't want to hint to any specific location. I wanted the possibilities to be absolutely endless.
Getting out of the security complex would be considerably more complex. Needless to say, I loved a challenge. Around midnight I put my plan in full swing. Within minutes I had escaped the house clad completely in black. Every step further away lessened the restraints it had on me. It was exhilarating. The security complex had a large perimeter with six patrolling guards of which two were constant. We lived on the far west of the perimeter, I bargained that this would leave two guards in my immediate vicinity. Piece of cake. The security cameras and the six foot electrified fence not so much.
After jumping a few fences and crushing many residents prized flowers I spotted the fence. It wasn't its size that put a damper on my heroic exit but rather the security cameras that lined the top. I scanned the area for any sign of flashlights, once satisfied that I was indeed alone, I grabbed a rock from a nearby garden. If I could take out the two cameras on my right and then use that path I should be clear of the others. Well here goes nothing, I muttered before hurtling the rock towards the closest camera. It clipped the side, pushing the camera against the electrified fence. Sparks shot out before a horrendous sound pierced the air and all the cameras went dead. I guess that'll do, but now what to do with that electrified fence? The fence had continued to buzz, sadly. I couldn't decide whether to find the main supply and somehow shut it off or just try to scale the fence. Both seemed equally dangerous, luckily the sudden flashlights a few hundred meters to my left made the decision for me. Before I knew I was halfway over the fence before I started to feel the shocks through my body. I could hear shouting and I wasn't sure how much was actually my own, so I urged myself over. The guards failed to pursue me, can't say I blame them. That electrified fence hurt like crazy, but I figured, everyone needs a little collateral damage.
After running a few miles, I reached a gas station. There was a convenience store and restaurant a few blocks down. I had no idea where I was, but I liked it that way. Little did I know that entering that restaurant would begin something unexplainable, something unthinkably crazy and utterly turn everything upside-down. In that restaurant, my path would cross with that of Alger Slade.