ENTITY

"So, you're really going away huh?" Dylan ask Roland as Roland finishes packing his bags. "I'm 17 about to turn 18 next month and no one has any interest in adopting me so, yeah I've made up mind I'm running away from this shithole." Roland was someone that didn't have the best life growing up some people would even say he was unlucky. He's been living in a Boys home all is life, his mom died by the hands of dad during a heated dispute when he was younger so, instead of his grandma taking him she took him to the boy's home where he currently lives. "What about me then? you're obviously not going to let me go with you." Roland stops and looks at Dylan and puts his hand on his shoulder. "I'll just be putting you in danger and besides your only 8 years old I've talked to your case worker you're going to get adopted into a good family." Dylan bows head and tears start to trickle down his face. Roland without a word puts his arms around him and hugs him tight. Roland was like an older brother to him. Dylan was short and skinny so that meant Roland was always looking out for Dylan ever since the day he first saw him, but the rules state once you hit 18 you must leave the boys home, so Roland felt that he was just doing the staff a favor.

Roland lets go, and puts his hands on Dylan's shoulders, and look him in his eyes. "Look I'll find you ok especially on birthdays." Dylan wipes his tears and looks at Roland. "You promise?" Roland nods his head. "I promise now do me a favor and head to bed before the staff notices a shaggy haired 8-year-old is missing." Roland says with a smile before Dylan shoots a smile back and hops off the bed and slowly walks to the door. Roland smile goes from to a serious expression as he zips up his backpack and opens his window and leans out of the window. "HEY, I'm 8 1/2 by the way." Dylan says before throwing something at Roland and actually goes to his room." Roland doesn't have time react and before seeing what Dylan threw at him, he puts in his pocket and climbs out the window.

It takes a minute, but he manages to climb down, and head starts heading for the gate that separates the Boys home from the outside world. As Roland starts making his way toward the entrance well in his case the exit. The guards are held up talking when they should be making their rounds so shit like what he's doing doesn't happen so, he hides behind the dumpster, hoping they don't see him and hopefully walk away. Roland gets low and crouch down trying to step over the trash, but his foot keeps stepping over broken glass bottles making a slight crunching noise. Praying no guards hear it.

Roland tries his best to sit down and wait for an opening especially with the amount of space that he has and pulls out what Dylan threw at him which was the pocketknife he gave him. He looks at it and remembers the night he gave Dylan it after he got beat up for telling on a group of kids that took his clothes and had no intentions of giving it back, so Roland bought it for him hoping he wouldn't have to use it.

" You have a reason that your out your room this late?"

Roland slowly turns around hoping it's just a dream, but as he turns around, he sees what has to be a 6'8 male looking dead at him. "Look I'm just trying to get some alone time before I go to bed."

"Does it look like I'm born yesterday get the fuck over here." He grabs Roland by the neck and throws him against the ground hitting his headfirst into the concrete causing blood to instantly rush from his head. He quickly gets up and, grabs his backpack before, running towards the exit not even concerned about the head injury he has.

The guard smiles before yelling over his shoulder "HEY GUYS WE GOT A RUNNAWAY!"

All the guards bolted towards him trying to catch up to him but, one thing a lot of people don't know Roland was one of the fastest kids to ever come through the boys' home which, came in handy when he had sticky fingers at the nearby corner store when he didn't want to pay. He tries his best to shake the guards but, for some reason they were still close especially the big security guard that threw him on the ground. He tries his best to think of something, but luckily, he sees an opening. One of the workers trucks were close to the fence, so Roland runs and jumps on the truck to makes his way over the fence.

Roland continues running and doesn't stop to look back not even to see if the guards were still following him; all he wanted to do is run until he absolutely knew he was safe. After several minutes of running, he gets to a gas station where he sits down on the curb outside of it. Roland puts his hand on his head before freaking out a little from all the warm blood he feels on his face. He tries to remain calm but the longer he waits the more blood he loses, so he tries again to put his hand on his head again and keeps there. A smirk starts to form on Rolands's face "Damn this is really how it's going to end at least I made out that shithole". You would think that the only thing going his head is the thought of death or wondering what's on the other side, but it wasn't he was just happy that he at least got the one thing he wanted.

Roland eyes starts to get heavy and eventually passes out on the curb, but some saving coincidence a guy pulls up to one of the pumps in a Silver SUV mad as fuck not paying to Roland at all. He pulls his card and puts it into the pump, but it gets decline and instead of simply putting it in his pocket he snaps it half and throws it aggressively in the trash. The man takes a deep breath and walks to the store so he can pay with and on the way, he sees Roland at this time of night the dim light isn't showing all the blood that is leaking. "Hey kid you good?" He keeps tapping him until Roland falls overexposing all the blood and the gash. The man steps back in shock before looking both ways and picking up Roland and rushing him to the car.