I'd never been on the run before. And I'd never wanted to be, as I'd presume nobody would.
Unless that kind of situation excites you, but I'm not that kind of person. I wanted to be curled up on the sofa, running my hands over the cotton and watching some terrible romantic comedy from 2010.
Yet it was reality I had to face, when the muscles in my legs started to ache and tire and the pounding in my head increased until it was just a distant low booming of a drum. Like a musical solo, an orchestra performing a single line of melody. However, I knew I couldn't stop running. I'd done something harrowing, something I couldn't turn back on and there were people after me that knew what.
2025. The year for change, a new beginning for the world as they said. But in reality, the world was more corrupt than it'd ever been before. The world was in pain, every soul screaming out for help. But every scream drowned out another, an endless cycle.
Inevitably, people turned to violence because that's what we are. Humans. Naturally violent creatures with the only instinct to hunt prey. And in a world like that the naturally weak become prey. I'm in that category.
I lived in a single floor apartment with my older brother and no more needs to be said aside from the fact that he didn't fit into the same category as me. In our current world people stopped caring for victims, we became an emotionless universe. Drive and passion discouraged, friendship and love frowned upon. So, living with my 24r year old brother who was stronger than me and had more control over me than anyone could ever imagine was one of the worst kind of pains. The kind of pain that doesn't heal or scar over, just lingers in the pit of your stomach like a bug you caught as a child. That bug growing until it becomes a pit of dread you're slowly being swallowed into. A black hole.
My brother, JJ, abused me. In the shortest sentence I can where I'm having to use the least number of words possible and be blunt.
I never wanted sympathy. I just wanted help and I never got it. So, I did something about it myself.
The first case in the new world where prey fought against foe and won. They didn't like that.
Understandable, I left, and I went to a roadside where the sun was hot and the gravel path was chalky beneath my fingers. No green, no trees, no warm colours of pink and red scattering the ground like a flower garden would have. I escaped human life as a whole, because in reality I didn't know who I could trust.