The rain relentlessly beat down onto the roofs. It came down in large translucent droplets that clung to the windows for dear life. Lightning flashed, continuously lighting up the dark clouds, the color of bruised flesh. Thunder growled like a ravenous animal. It was night time but the moon was hidden from sight by the storm that raveged the sky, as if it wouldn't be satasfied until it was ripped to pieces.

Under the raging storm, a sleepy town was nestled in between vast stretches of forest. It was the kind of town that no one had ever heard of. The kind of town that was too small to fit onto any maps, as if it didn't exist at all. I was the kind of town where everyone knew each other, and nothing extravagant ever happened. It was the kind of town that felt like a prison to one young boy.

He knelt in front of the window, watching the storm with his chin cupped in his hands. Across the room his little sister slept peacefully. The boy looked over at her and sighed. He envied her.

His contantly raging thoughts always kept him awake. His plans of escaping here ran through his head like a movie on repeat. His mind was never at ease, and thus made for a frustrating case of insomnia.

He hated it here. And he wanted, needed to get out...He would leave this town, one way or another, and he wasn't going to rely on his parents' permission.