~~Who would have known that being different, that my gift would lead to this? Would have lead to me running for my life from a complete psychopath through this abandoned building that was supposed to be our safe haven. A safe place for my kind, people like me to go and not have to hide who we really were from the norms. I remember when I was younger. My parents would always tell me that as long as I did exactly what they said no one would ever know I was different. So I listened, I did everything they asked of me. They where wrong. Zach knew I was different, and he found me. He recruited me. I see now that was what is was. He seemed so nice. He understood what I was going through, what it was like to have to hide. He offered me such great things and I believed him. I was not the only one. There was others. I was just the one who found out the truth about him and tried to do something about it.
That is what lead us to this moment. I was running from the first
man I ever let into my life. I knew that if he caught me it would
be the end of my life. I do not know how much longer I can keep
this up. The gash on my leg is bleeding pretty bad and my limp is
getting worse by the minute. I can't help but look back and
notice that he is gaining on me every second. Of he catches me I
won't be able to fight back not with this broken arm. There
really is no hope. No hope at all.