"Son, please. This is the best thing for you." Ryker's mother tried to convince her son that going to the mental hospital would be the best thing for him. "You could be normal."
"I WILL NOT GO TO THAT..... THAT MENTAL ASYLUM!! I AM NOT CRAZY!!!" He yelled back, as he tightened his grip on the sharp stick in his hand for defence.
"Calm down! We are only trying to help yo- AH!" His father yelled out in pain as Ryker threw the stick right into his left leg, right before running for the door, pushing past the doctor and sprinting for it.

This is it Ryker.

No turning back now.

You can't let them take you away.

Those were Ryker's thoughts as he ran towards the end of the small town. With no idea where he would go, he just ran.

I'll find my way. I know I will.........

After all.

I'm. Not. Insane.....