Keep running.

The little voice screamed in my head.

Don't stop, they'll get us.

I ran away.

I finally ran away.

Now they'll never hurt me.

But they hurt Mama, they beat her too bad.

She was lying on the ground, crimson color liquid was escaping from her chocolate skin.

She did it to save you.

There was a cut on my arm, a mark from the broken bottle.

They did it because I'm not like them.

I'm not pale like them.

I have a darker skin color.

Yet we bleed the same color.

Her blood never left my mind.

I hate blood.

It's shed for no reasons most of the time.

And now I can't stand it.

I think I'm in New York.

Go to that Newsboys place, maybe we can get a job there.

I introduce myself and now I got the pleasure of being a newsie.

Your mother would be very proud, Arnold.

I know.

"So Boots, how did you think of that nickname?"

" I helped to make shoes before this."

I ran from my awful life.

"And I can't stand blood!"

Because it kills me on the inside.

The Newsies movie and Boots belong to Disney and the italicized words are supposed to be a little voice he's listening to, in case it did not make sense.