The arguments were always heated and the nights were always long. I decided to leave that lifestyle. I was curious of freedom and the outside world. I needed independence.

It was late, not too late though. It was probably around eleven, altough I'm not entirely sure. The trick was getting out. I knew there was no other way, I had to use the window. I've done it before, but it's a godawful, terrfying experience. I had to do it though. I climbed out onto the roof and sat for a while. It was a one way street now, there was no way I could've climbed back in. I sat there for a good half hour, stagnant in terror. Finally, I jumped and i landed face first into the dew smothered grass below. I wasn't hurt, but my adrenaline diminished and I had a sense of accomplishment.

My journey had begun. The walk wouldn't be far, but I knew that as soon as I left I'd have to watch my back. My father would surely send the pigs after me the following morning. Walking the streets at night was blissful. It was tranquil. I've never seen the streets as beautiful as they were. The few cars that passed caused frequent paranoia on my part. Every corner I turned, I had to look behind me. The blissful walk came to a halt as i entered the parking lot. my paranoia was dialated and it boiled inside of me. I knew that if security caught me I was screwed. I made my way gently and cautiously across the lot. I spotted the flashing lights of that foreboding van and became rather frantic. The passed me. I relaxed and sped up to where I needed to be.

The door to the mall offices was locked as always, but the rusty little green dorr beside it was cracked open and I let myself in. i entered the alley way. It was dirty and covered in graffiti from past visitors. To actually get into the office, there was a lock and a chain which needed to be removed. I had the combonation for the lock, so I was prepared.

The office was filthy. my bed was no more than a slab of sheet rock which I had laid on the floor earlier in the day. My pillow was created with the thickest sweatshirt I could find at home. The only thing i had to cover my scrawny, weather intolerant ass with was a thin sheet. I rarely moved from my bed with the exception of having to empty my bladder. Even pissing was a hassle though. There was no toilet of course, so I used an old, urine stained closet in the next room over. It's a good thing I was prepared with toilet paper. Last time, I had to use a sock.

There's broken glass and chemicals spilled all over the floor. The glass crunched under my feet as I entered the neighboring room. The walls were stained with cattle blood from some kind of satanic ritual that was performed earlier in the year. it doesn't bother me much, it actually gives the place a little colour. Other than the crusty, dried blood, there is a ton of abrasive, volatile grafitti as there was in the alley. No place I have ever been to was as dangerously unique and daring. I slept very little. It was a cold night for the spring since April had just turned.

The days passed without notice, the time did as well. I did little during the day than smoke up, lay around, and add to the graffiti on the walls. Life became rather dull. I decided to go on a food hunt to waste some time. I got a free doughnut and found some wrapped, uneaten candy near a garbage can. Returning to my rather bland lair, I sat for a few minutes before I heard a knock on the door. Then, someone called my name. I though it was the pigs, so I hesitated and listened to the voice for a minute. When he stopped calling out, I ran to check. To my surprise, I saw a bike waiting outside of my door. It was Mike! Oh, what a glorious day that was! I was so utterly joyful to have a companion. It gets godawfully lonely on the streets.

It all came down though. I was so caught up in the burning passion between us that I had forgotten about my surroundings. I felt someone grab my right shoulder and jerk me back violently. It was my father. i was so terrified, angry, and miserable all at once. I glanced back at Mike for the very last time as I was dragged away. Both of our eyes welled up with both fear and yearning for the lust we had felt only a few moments ago. I wanted to run so badly I could hardly contain myself. Alas, I did not.