Just Run...

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[A boy in tattered fishnets, torn bloodied shirt, and black platform boots  was running. Running for his life. This time he knew he could make it. He could escape his life. His life of abuse, torture, neglect... Everything someone so young should never experience. He had to get away. He couldn't take it anymore.

It seemed no matter how fast he ran, his 'Pimp' was right on his tail. He watched every street corner, every alley, every motel, every car... No matter where Roxas ran, he was there to drag him back to the degrading life he grew to know.

Turning down an alley, he continued on, it seemed to grow darker and darker with every step. The sound of his pimp chasing him fading... Maybe he was falling behind... Maybe he could make it this time!

Once the sound of being followed had stopped, he realized he was surrounded in darkness... Then it soon faded into a dim lit hall...]

...W-Where am I?

[The terror was evident in his eyes... But regardless of where he was, he was safe from his pimp. But, how was he to know that where he ended up was better than where he was...?]

Comments

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(what D: running after him)

No, wait, I'm trying to help you!

(he's pretty sure he couldn't do that, even if he was outside of the dressing room)

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[Roxas wasn't sure where he was running, so eventually he had to try to just fend for himself. He took out his switchblade and turned around, eyes frantic and startled.]

Get the hell away from o-or i'll cut you. I swear i will!

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(woah, hands up to show he has no weapons)

Look, I'm not going to hurt you, or arrest you. I wouldn't do the former, and I can't do the latter.
I am honestly just trying to help you.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

Bull... You must be one of those corrupted ones then, huh? Well too bad, this Roxas is closed for bussiness for the time being.

[ If he wasn't here to hurt him, then he was likely here for a screw. Which Roxas was not in the mood for right now. ]

[hesafireman.livejournal.com]

(w-well his job is kind of corrupt. but that's not his fault)

Okay, I just want to see if you needed any help, as in medical attention. You look like you need it.
That's it.

[imnowhore.livejournal.com]

[He assumed he was referring to the blood on his body. ]

Uhm...n-no i am fine. this isn't my blood.