The next part of the story... Memories...
He packed his belongings in the small bag he had and waited for night to settle in. At about midnight, he got up and picked up his little bag staring back at his dorm before rushing out in the darkness.
Leo climbed up the wall of the foster home as he knew that at this time of the night watchmen would be guarding the gate. He jumped off the wall and started running at full speed, eager to run away from that terrible foster home.
As he ran along the footpath, observing the surroundings covered by the stores, he realized that he had reached the city. He neared the forest which had to passed before reaching his own home, a few miles away from it.
When he couldn't run anymore, he sat down on the pavement and started to observe his surroundings. No one. Not a soul was in sight. He was all alone as he usually was and he was beginning to get used to it. He stared down at a puddle at his feet, watching his face.
Only the memories of his mother, Esperanza Valdez came to his mind. First came the good memories. The day, he and his mother were reading the newspaper for the first time and looking at the pictures. He smiled at the fond memory. He thought of the day his mother was at the garage teaching him little tricks with the engine. But good memories bring with them bad memories too.
Suddenly, his mind was seized by horror and fright when he recalled the day his mother had died. While they were leaving the garage, his mother had left him to bring a key. And he remembered some weird figure a woman, who rose from the mud (yuck!) saying something terrifying to him. Something about killing him and his mother. He remembered flames hurled towards her but suddenly he saw flames soaring over the garage trapping his mother. Esperanza didn't survive but Leo did, bearing all the fault of his mother's death on his shoulders. He blamed himself for the accident. He couldn't forgive himself. Tears streaked down his face and splashed into the puddle he was staring at.
Leo, wiping them away, stood up, staring at the far away figure of the forest looming over at the distance. Thinking about the miles of distance he still had to cover, he started walking in the hope that his journey would be finished by dawn.