10:24 PM. I can't stop staring at the picture on the wall in the dining room. I can't stop staring at the picture of me 1 year ago, 13 years old, in 7th grade holding my A and B honor roll ticket with my mom and dad standing next to me. I then take another bite of my mac and cheese. It's hard for me to eat as my jaw can move in two ways: mouth closed and mouth open. While I eat food falls out of my mouth and back into my bowl. I turn my head out to the front lawn. I see two freshly dug holes and start crying. I stand up and walk over to the picture of me and my parents. I grab the picture off of the wall and start hugging it as tears fall down my cheek like snow falling down a mountain. I fall to the ground in tears. I then realize I can't stay here... I grab a backpack and start filling it with essential supplies. One of the last supplies is a picture of me and my parents. I pack it safely, put on the backpack, and open the window. I jump out and start running as fast as possible. I hear a voice behind me... Still familiar... "G̶̦̠̯̲̻͚̫͐ó̵̼̳̪̔͂̋ǫ̴̢͈͉̞̭̑̆d̶̹̀̽͗ ̶̡̬̭̗̭̪͈͍̩̆̀͊̄̂̉͒c̸͙̉̐͂̍͗̈́̊̉̕͠ͅh̷͍́͋̎̊̾̇̒̂̉̔o̷̡̩̬̣̘͙̝̳̲̅i̴̢̦̞̱͐̃͂ͅc̵̛̜̬̟̿̂͋̈́̓͐̑͝͝ę̶̯̲̫͕̬̖͌̍́́̋̐ ̵͇̣͇͖͔̱̲̮̣͇̈́̈̋̎͠k̷̨̯͓̻̹̀͛̎i̴̯̤͉̪͓͔̪͖͔̤͋͘d̴̛̮̜̘̣̞̟̟̤̰̽̉́̅"
