Have you ever felt like the whole world was against you?

Literally, not figuratively - the entire teenage population has, at one point, borne the weight of the world on their comparatively fragile shoulders. And that's not what I'm talking about.

When I say everyone is out to get me, I mean it in the least sarcastic sense possible. The catch is, they don't know it's me they're after. Honestly, I didn't even know myself until earlier this year, and I wouldn't have cracked this age-old secret if I hadn't run into... well, there's no use in spoiling every little detail for you all, I suppose.

So. The world's against me, I'm running for my life, and I have my family to blame. (Don't we all?) They raised me to keep a secret I had no hope of taking to my grave, and now they've dropped all contact with me. No letters, no communications.

Radio silence.

It's disconcerting to say the least, and something that could be potentially fatal for me, as I'm at a loss for information, and that's what's key here, now: I need to understand.

Tell me.

Drop the pretenses and tell me, honestly.

How long am I going to last like this?

This is just a short introduction to a story that I have a vague idea for. It's actually a combination of two stories I wrote before and never finished, though it takes more from one than it does the other. This might be something that I write when I'm at an impasse with my other stories, because I feel like it might come a little easier to me.

Anyway, I know this is barely anything to go on, but tell me what you think, maybe?