Runaway. That's what I'm called back home. A runaway. No one seems to believe that I didn't actually run. I left because it was the only way for me to survive. If I hadn't, I would've given into the demon that torments me daily. Two years later, in the Florida sun, I'm finally free of the suppression that held me down. But not from the darkness. I exist in a world that frightens me and keeps...