Sam-

Two years passed painfully slowly and I was in my third year of high school. I had made a few friends but none lasted very long. They all wanted to “befriend the loner” but left after realizing I had panic attacks and alot of other mental issues. I guess it's hard for some people to be around someone who needs constant reassurance. My life has slowly become an unbearable pattern. I check every shadow and jump at every noise fearing the worst. Just in case I even keep a bag under my bed with everything I would need if I decided to run away. My nightmares have only gotten worse, and sometimes me and my mom escape only for her to turn on me and tell me it's my fault she's dead. I wake up almost every night screaming or crying. It's getting harder to wake up every day only to go through everything again. At this point I'm just counting down the days till he finds me and I have to run again. At Least when I'm running I'm too busy trying to survive to be sad.

My eyes flutter open and yawn. Another sleepless night. Yay, I think bitterly. I lay still for a few minutes before Groaning and finally sliding out of bed. Slowly I pulled an oversized hoodie over my head and slid into some pants. When I was fully clothed I looked in the mirror and grimaced. Well damn. I look like I haven't slept in years. Which wouldn't really be a lie. I grab a few bobby pins and make sure my messy blonde hair won't fall in my eyes by pinning it back. When I'm satisfied and sure I won't be blinded by stray hairs I make my way to the kitchen.

“Good morning sam! Are you going for another run this morning?”

I stare at Jessica for a second before responding.

“I’ll be back late”

She smiles at me and nods, turning around to go back to making coffee for her and her husband. I stare at her back for a while thinking. I still don't get why she's so nice to me. I hardly say anything but she still attempts to talk to me every day. She's making it harder than it has to be. I snap out of my thoughts and frown. I finally throw on some shoes and open the door. Before I step out I make sure to check for any suspicious looking people, when I'm sure it’s ok I step outside and close the door behind me.

The cold morning hits me in the face and I shiver, shoving my hands in my pockets. I grumble. Mornings suck. I walk away from the house slowly humming and stretching. Once I'm satisfied and limber I start my run.

I jog for a while before finally stopping at my faviote dinner that serves the best coffee. Walking through the door I'm immediately hit by the sweet aroma of pastries and coffee. I take a second to greet the owner, Ryan, before taking my regular seat in the back. Ryan brings me my coffee and sneakily sets down a pastry. I stare at him for a second before mumbiling a thanks, he winks at me and walks off. I blush and stare at the floor, what the fuck was that?!?