Description
Everyone has a past. Everyone has secrets. Everyone has scars and bruises they try to keep hidden because those are what continues to remind them of something they want so desperately to forget. I ran away from my past, but somehow it still was able to follow me. It took love and death for me to finally realize that the scars of your past are there for a reason. Your past is a part of you. But it's up to you whether you let it define you and your future. What he told you were lies. He may say that I got lost. He may say that I'm being held hostage, against my free will. He might even tell you that I'm dead. But that's not the truth. I've heard the whispers, and I've listened to the rumors. It's true what they say... I ran away and I am a Runaway. But I guess it's up to you to decide what you want to believe.
Prologue
