How? When? Why? all these thoughts ran through your mind as you ride your shiny black motorcycle away from the one place you knew as home. Home huh well its not really but its the closest you've had since you grew up there. Not that anyone cares see they are all fakers, liars and cheats. You take a deep breath and focus on the road, after all it wouldn't help anything dying or would it the pounding in your head would stop and the pain in your heart would vanish...

No I must not think like that you scream mentally at yourself as you fly down the road you had finally had enough, this was it you where going to be free from everything and live a happy life away from those jerks live alone somewhere with no people to bother you no ex to haunt you every step you took just because you wouldn't follow his rules on how to live either way this place sucks and you are gone for good

You pull up at a petrol station to refill you had been riding for hours your shoulders are stiff from the backpack and your ass hurts so bad this bike was meant for speed not comfort clearly

(Your darling bike ps B/N is bike name for future reference)