I ran away.
It doesn't really matter why or how. Nothing before that really matters. I don't have some long, tragic story of parental abuse or anything. I had friends too. Great friends. A best friend. But then she left, and she didn't take me with her. So I left too. Just because I felt like it. I felt like running until I didn't know where I was.
And that's all you need to know. Because it's not the before that matters. Nothing about me or my life mattered until after.
So here is the story of my after.