• Running was the easy part, every thump of my leg sending another shot of pain to spiral up my leg, into my torso, finally when the end of the pain seems to be grim it fades away.The pain i could handle but the constant snaps of the branches behind me, that were making me all the more aware that he was still following me the feeling making me all the more sick. I had been in that hell for five very long years, the cold cage more of a pain then the needles that stabbed into every pore upon my body to inject me with the chemical and all intentions of going back were far from my thoughts.

    i was only eight when my mother gave me up to those monster, but as the oldest i was the only one they would take and my mother desperately needed the money to feed my three brothers. i don't wish that she would have know what they would do to me in the later years because i knew that it was for the best, but i do wish that they hadn't told her i was dead. "her cries echoed in my ears as she saw the clone of me they had made. the pure pain that tore through the barrier she had built over the years. she was so strong but watching "me" lay there lifeless was all she could take and she sobbed. i wish i could have screamed or fought back for her but i was the white coats puppet that was caged and all i could do was silently cry along side her."

    But now i was free and running and i wouldn't have it any other way because, i was free from the pain the had brought upon me but i ran because i wanted him.