Still on the run

The police

were looking for me. I had to live a life on the run, because of someone I thought

was my friend, now my enemy. I couldn’t go back to my house. Was this really

the only place that I knew. That answer was yes. My mom

died before I was born.

My father died when I was 3. Now they have found me. For the rest of my life I

will be rotting in a jail cell because of something he did. I lost an arm the

other day because I just wanted to stand up for someone else in the prison. I

heard that today, lunch they are literally going to kill me, so…goodbye.