Why I Don’t Run Away Anymore, Part 4
It was many minutes later I realized I still had the knife gripped in my hand. I rolled to my back and floated, closed it, and managed to stuff it in…
Why I Don’t Run Away Anymore, Part 3
The next thing I knew, I was waking up. Well, coming to was more like it. I was lying completely stretched out across the front seat of some sort of…
Why I Don’t Run Away Anymore, Part 2
I snuck out of my room, down the hall, through the kitchen, and out of the house. I ran to the garage and jumped on my bike and rode it through our…
Why I Don’t Run Away Anymore, Part 1
The first time I was five years old. It was right after my sister was born and I guess I was feeling sorry for myself, what with the attention my…
