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Running, running, running… that's all I seem to do. I always run from my problems. Never do I turn and face them. Like him. He's so brave, strong, and confident. He is everything that I want to be, that I strive to be but fall short.

I can never be like him. I realize that. Still though, I wish I had his courage right now so that I could turn around, so I could stop running. If I had his courage, I could turn and face my pursuers, stare them straight in the eye and tell them that I am not afraid of them.

But I am...

No, I am not afraid, I am terrified of them, of the knives that they carry and the iron pipes that they wield. The smirks etched into their faces.

Yes, I am not scared, I'm terrified. I'm surprised that my pants are still dry.

Running, running, running and more running. At this rate I should be the track star.

But I'm not, I'm not popular nor am I geeky, yet I'm hunted like some animal by the people who are popular. Outcast by the people who are geeky. Ever watch anime?

You know how the character runs from his pursuers and suddenly turns around and faces them head on and defeats them with some supernatural kick ass power? Yeah, that not what's happening to me, but I wish it was.

So, all I can continue to do is run and hope that he finds me. My guardian. My protector. He'll come for me. Then I can put all this behind me and it will be nothing more than a bad dream.