I've left the world I knew behind and haven't looked back since... At least that is what I had hoped but now that they've found me I honestly don't know if I ever really left at all. Hope is one word I've never been truly able to comprehend not because I didn't know the meaning but because its a foreign feeling I never truly been acquainted with. Now that they've found me the little life that I've made for myself here came crashing down around me...2 years gone in 2 seconds... I knew I should of just kept running but sue me I got tired of always looking over my shoulder, I got tired of the crappy motels and most of all I was tired of the food never actually having a real homemade dinner the way my mother use to make for me as a child. All I wanted was a soft warm bed, friend's I could talk to on a daily basis and food that didn't come from a greasy brown bag. And I did, I found what I was looking for and for 2 years everything was fine it was more than fine I actually almost forgot the horror that has seemed to be chasing me my whole life. The horror that is now at my front door about to knock it down.