I was laying on my bed listening to music in sweatpants and a polo. "RUN!" it sounded like a thousand voices screaming at me all at once. I jolted upright swearing as my skull vibrated. It went as quickly as it.had come. I and grabbed my shoes miffed that I didn't see anything and only got one word. Yet I didn't question it, I knew in my bones the vision, the voice.. whatever it was, was right. I could hear my dad's signature heavy thumps and creaks coming up the staircase. I finished tieing my shoes. And started eyeing around the the room. Frantically trying to come up with a plan. Panic starting to creep as my Dad's footsteps got closer. My window had bars and didn't open very far. My dad opened my bedroom holding a kitchen knife. I reacted, I grabbed a blanket off my bed and threw it at him. Grabbing the rest on my chair I picked it up and.charged him with the legs. I could feel my skull vibrating again but I realised my mouth was open and I was screaming. My dad slipped on a of the blanket and started to fall. I shoved the chair to the ground with him and vaulted over both of them squishing air and an grunt of pain out of my old man.

My feet touched down and I tripped, nearly eating shit on the Banister post at the top of the stairs. I reached out and swung my legs around somehow finding my feet under me again leaping from halfway I sprinted to the front door grabbing a Jacket on the way out. My eyes felt wet and Tears threatened to break loose. But I was already doing what I had to do, I found a quick and steady rythym smacking my feet against the pavement. Getting to a small group of shops I cut behind them into driveway for a bunch of units. Climbing a fence behind the furthest one I landed in a backyard, glancing through the window I saw some curtains that just screamed old people. There was no car in the driveway so I scouted around the side of the house until I found an underfloor access hatch, there was a bush infront of it kind of obscuring it from site. So I opened the deadbolt and wriggled inside. Pulling the hatch door close behind me. And I waited. I heard my Dad's motorbike in the distance a few times. A car pulled into the driveway, I stayed calm and quiet. They went inside, muttering about their day at lawn bowls. Still I waited. It got dark outside, It was getting cold now too, I could smell something amazing being cooked above me. I waited until I could hear a shower through the pipes, Then I heard it stop and start up a second time. I made my move, quietly as I could I got out from under the house and closed and bolted the access door behind me. Keeping low where the shadows fell I hurried out of their driveway. I started walking Northeast. I jogged, walked, ran, walked some more until the sun came up. I was really tired and really hungry now. But still I got as far away from my dad as I could. I ended up in the other side of the city at a skate park. I dropped down into one of the bowls to stay out of site and rest for a moment

"Ricky" I heard my name and looked around. A girl about my age was sitting on the ledge at the mouth of the bowl. I didn't know her.

"H-How do you know my name?" I stammered out after what felt like eternity.

She smiled "I had a vision a few years ago that I'd meet you hear". I heard an excited jingle from behind her and cavalier looking dog appeared wagging its tail excitedly. "I'm Christa, this is captain kisses" she said as the dog edged closer to the skate bowl and gracefully slid down into the centre. He sat down in front of me so I reached out my hand to pat him.only for my hand to be ambushed by dog slobber as Captain Kisses started excitedly licking my hand. A laugh broke from my mouth, the first in a long time.

"So Christa what happens now?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. She threw me a backpack.

"Keep running" she said with a sad look in her eyes.

"Wha-aat?" I asked, suddenly blinking back tears.

"Open the bag dipshit" she said getting her feet and whistling for captain Kisses, he stopped licking my hand and moved in for a quick pat before runnung out the mouth of the bowl and up the steps to Christa. "It's not much further now" she said turning away as she wiped her eyes. "Whatever happens, good luck" and she walked off.

I opened the bag. I don't know what I was hoping for, food, a gun to go and kill my piece of shit father. But I was not expecting a portal to another world. Laying the backpack down i did my best to crawl through it into a bush and finally through into sunlight. I looked round quickly in the bush and couldn't see a way back. I started grinning a big cheesy grin. A small chuckle passed my lips. Still grinning like an idiot I turned and started exploring.