There is no where else to turn, when you grow up living in fear of the one man you're suppose to look up to. What are you suppose to do when the last thing you hear before your exauhested eyes give out and you succumb to sleep and the first thing you hear when waken up 4 in the morning is yelling, screaming, fighting? Most kids would run away or grow distant but for Axel Noll, that was an impossible thought. Cameras followed his family's every move, when outside of their house. When inside, he was ripped apart by his father's words.

It was early when I woke up, a since if calm and relief rushed over me as birds chirped outside my window. The blankets felt warm and inviting and I didn't want to get up, but there was something wrong. Where is the screaming? The fighting? The haunted singing? I slowly sit up and look around my room.

Everyone thinks I'm so privileged, being the governor's son. I'm so rich and I get everything I want. I'm just like my father, a selfish loser that would let his own district go to dust.

I wished I had anybody's life than my own. No one knows what happens inside this house. I'm scared and desprite to leave everyday. I never get what I want, because the only thing I truly want is for a loving, welcoming family.

It was still silent so I slowly got out of bed and tip toed to the door. I grabed the handle, but it was hot. I graped it again and pulled it open before I could burn myself. A wave of heat pushed me down onto my stomach. I scramble for the door and shut it as fast as I could. I ran too my window balcony and rushed outside yelling for help. The paparazzi was already outside and for once I was glad. They called the peacekeepers that came and saved me.

That moment, when I stood on the balcony listening to the crackle and pop of the fire eating away at my house, and the peacekeepers were climbing up to get me, I realised I was missing something in my life. Something that could take all the weight off of me and someone I could talk to no matter what topic and no matter what time of day. I didn't know what it was I felt until a year later when my Great Aunt took me to Church for the very first time. God and Jesus saved my life.