New York city is so big. The shadows of buildings on the ground, people walking quickly down the street, cars honking, venders yelling and the subway roaring on the tracks beneath my feet.

None of this seems very seems very important now. Everything seems so small and insignificant. I can't understand it but It all seems to be in the background compared to what I've just done. I guess this probably makes you wonder what happened to me or what I did. Well, here it is.

I ran away.

My apartment, money, school mom, and pretty much everything but the clothes on my back Are all out of my life. I keep walking down the street. I lived more near the empire state building but I'm closer to central park now.

I decide I could use a break so I turn into a deserted alley. I sit on the asphalt and clutch my fleece jacket. My choppy brown hair is flying in my face from the wind and my electric blue eyes are squinted. I breath and watch my breath come out in a smoky wisp. It's December and the air is too cold for comfort. but I don't need comfort, at least not anymore.

I close my eyes and my hand fingers the deep scar in front of my ear I trace it down my cheek, to my neck, and down to my back. the scar made by the broken beer bottle my mom had scraped down my face. My mind flashes to that night. Her breath uneven,her eyes bloodshot her love for me vanished."Monsters" she screeched" You bring the monsters to me , to kill me!" she lazily swings the broken bottle and i dodge. ":You and your father! He left!"tears stream down her face"He left because of you!" she swings again and this time i'm to slow. It comes toward me, I try to dodgebut the sharp glass strikes near my ear. Pain.

I open my eyes.