So I've decided to put this blog to rest. Keeping it will just be too much of a hassle, and it'll probably make it easier for certain parties to find me.
Marl's asleep. In the hospital. I don't know if she'll ever wake up. Part of me wants to stay with her, and wait for her. But I can't do that.
Another part of me wants to go home, to my mother. One of the last people in my life. But I can't bring this hell to her. She's suffered enough.
"Runner" is the term for it, right? Someone who runs from a monster. And they'll keep running until the day they die.
I suppose that is my life now.
I'll run, and I'll run, and they won't catch me.
I won't let them.