He was hiding under the bridge, shaking, dirty and afraid. His parents were not worthy of being called parents. Glued brains, wasting life, never thinking of anything but how to get more money to buy more drugs.
One day Lee decided he was leaving the shell called home. He had been beaten and blood was the most he had ever seen. He waited until it was dark so no one would see his open sores he left. Wild dogs chased him and he climbed trees. Fresh blood seemed to bring out the wild, the eager, the breathing, and it scared him so bad he used leaves to wipe his tears.
He was so frightened. Cats mating, seemed like Halloween nights. Owls made their presence known. Crazy birds whispered hard, letting him know he was trespassing. He shook so hard leaves made it seem like they were cold.
He finally climbed out of the tree and ran quickly. He made it to the water’s edge. Listening to the water ripple against the edge made him a bit calmer but the darkness seemed richer as small lights twinkled on the top of the water.
When he looked farther to the left he saw orange. He walked towards it and then realized it was fire. As he neared he saw several people gathered around big barrels of fire. He went towards under the bridge, still close to the edge of water in case he had to leave quick.
He hid there and crouched. There was a dirty blanket laying close by and he picked it up and molded himself with in it. Maybe he was trying to hide, to keep his blonde hair from showing. He tried to breathe softly, but his heart was beating fast and he could not stop hearing each breath he took.
So quiet, he could hear crickets and frogs. He could hear the splash of fish jumping. Soon he began to settle and was being hypnotized by the silence. Within a short time someone touched him on the shoulder.
He turned quickly, trying to stand up and tripping over himself. A scary man-made it very clear he wanted the blanket. It was his. Lee tossed it to him and took off running, looking for a safer place to stay. He ended up being at a pillar that was holding up the bridge. He knelt down and tried to hide behind it. No one seemed to notice him and while trying to keep an eye out for himself, he fell asleep.
When he woke up he was sitting on a hard chair with bright lights blinding him. He discovered he was in a police station. His parents were standing in front of him.