Holy ****. Story I came across on the web what the loving hell?

[Freeze2000]

http://www2.lv.psu.edu/jkl1/runawayl...OnTheRoad.html



Still on the Road

My name is Larry and I was 14 when I ran away from home. My mom and I argued constantly. One night it got so bad that she started hitting me. I couldn't take it any longer and I had to get out of there.

It was 2:00am when I opened my window and jumped out. When my feet hit the ground I ran as fast as I could. I was a little chubby then so I couldn't run very fast but fast enough to get away. I went to a nearby highway going south and I started to follow it. I hitched a ride with some truckers who let me off somewhere in Ohio. I had no money so I had to steal food to eat. I had no where to go so I just kept walking. At night I wrapped up in the blanket I brought and slept in the deep ditch that I had been walking in.

One day a police car pulled up beside me and a cop got out. He asked me where I was going and I said I was going to the next exit. That I had just got back from a sleepover and I was walking home. He told me to get in and I did. He pulled off on the next exit and asked me where my house was. I directed him to a nearby neighborhood. He asked which house and I looked around for a house that looked empty. I told him it was a house that looked as if no one was there. I got out of the car and he did too. He wanted to talk to my parents. I went up to the house and knocked hoping no one was there. I told the officer that my mom was at work. He gave me a long glare and said to keep off the highway. He back into his partol car and drove off. The instant he was out of sight I ran as fast as I could.

From then on I took side roads. I went through people's trash for food and slept anywhere I thought it was somewhat safe. This went on for weeks and I was weak and tried from walking. Then I came to Columbus OH. I was tired of runing and walking. I decided to get a job there. I got a job at a local used book store telling them that my family was in trouble and I needed some money to support them. They didn't ask for much info. I started working there full time for five dollars an hour. I was able to pay for my food for once and I slept in an old gas station that had been abandoned.

Eventually the people at the book store became suspisious of me and followed me home (the old gas station) one night. The next day they questioned me about it and I told them my story. One of the ladies, Donna, offered for me to stay at her house with her husband and 2 year old kid. I agreed and I was never happier. I slept on there sofa and ate dinners with them. They were really nice.

One night Donnas husband, Rick, asked me why I had ran away. I told him everything. He thought I should go back and work things out with my mom. Donna didn't want me going back to that situation again. The two started fighting and I decided that I should leave. I left them a long note explaining why I left and proper thank yous.

From that time on I continued living on the streets trying to avoid bad areas and people. I started stealing from gas stations again to eat and sleeping in parks and fields. Much of the land was just a long stretch of no where. I would often go days without food or water. I didn't really talk to anyone, I just kept going. I decided I would just go till I couldn't. I didn't know where I was going or anything. One thing was clear though is that my mom didn't make a bug effort to find me and I could never go back there.

I am now currently sitting in a library typing this up. I am still on the run and probably always will be. I celebrated my birthday on the streets and I'm 15 now.

I have to go now but I want to tell you all out there reading this that running away is a big mistake. If you want to throw your life away then run away but be aware that it is rough. And some people may not be as lucky as me. I never got into drugs or drinking and that's why I think I was able to survive for so long.

Good luck,

Larry

Cliffs-

-14 year old runs away due to mom
-Ran for so long, got tired and finally got a job, slept in a abonded gas station and got 5 dollars a hour for food
-Stayed at some peoples house (people he worked for) until they got into a fight so he ran away again from these 2 people.
-Now is 15 and is still on the run typing this in the library.

Dear god please help this kid.

[jlick]

run forest run!

[Clipto19]

dude thats fake, its one of those propaganda messages trying to teach kids not to run away. read the bottom part. obviously its one of those truth commercials where you shouldnt smoke cigarettes. btw this isnt the only bad thing happening in life. every bad thing you can imagine is being happened, so this one little fake story doesnt change anything. what about the starving kids in africa.

btw I didnt read the whole thing either.

[The_Pain_Train]

WOW, that's gotta be 100% real!

[Freeze2000]

Originally Posted by Clipto19

dude thats fake, its one of those propaganda messages trying to teach kids not to run away. read the bottom part. obviously its one of those truth commercials where you shouldnt smoke cigarettes. btw this isnt the only bad thing happening in life. every bad thing you can imagine is being happened, so this one little fake story doesnt change anything. what about the starving kids in africa.

btw I didnt read the whole thing either.

Runaways past and present and their family members are invited to share their experiences. Writings may be of any length and in any form: a brief reflection, a diary, a poem, a captioned photo, whatever. The only requirement is that it be based on fact, not fiction. To add your story, send any format to jsandt@psu.edu

Why add your story? Sharing our experiences can serve to heal personal wounds, can speak to those who may contemplate running, and can give others an understanding of a lifestyle not often documented by those who live it.

In many cases writers and their subjects prefer to remain anonymous, and we respect that right. All names included in a story will be changed. Email addresses will also not be posted, because runaways are often vulnerable in many ways.



http://www2.lv.psu.edu/jkl1/runawaylives/addstory.html


Its a fact, sorry bud its based on real experiences. And read the loving thing, it makes me realize life is so easy compared to these guys.

[angelfire2005]

What's really sad is if there really is some person like this out there. 15 years old is still a child, I can't even imagine a young boy or girl trying to face this world alone with nothing to fall back on. If it's fake that's one thing but if it's real then man that makes me feel bad.

[Clipto19]

Originally Posted by Freeze2000

Runaways past and present and their family members are invited to share their experiences. Writings may be of any length and in any form: a brief reflection, a diary, a poem, a captioned photo, whatever. The only requirement is that it be based on fact, not fiction. To add your story, send any format to jsandt@psu.edu

Why add your story? Sharing our experiences can serve to heal personal wounds, can speak to those who may contemplate running, and can give others an understanding of a lifestyle not often documented by those who live it.

In many cases writers and their subjects prefer to remain anonymous, and we respect that right. All names included in a story will be changed. Email addresses will also not be posted, because runaways are often vulnerable in many ways.



http://www2.lv.psu.edu/jkl1/runawaylives/addstory.html


Its a fact, sorry bud its based on real experiences. And read the loving thing, it makes me realize life is so easy compared to these guys.

The only requirement is that it be based on fact, not fiction. LOL so because it says that, you really think people actually listened and only sent in facts ? you are gullible. how would the website know for a fact, that the stories sent in were only facts? dont trust every single thing you read on the internet. I bet the child would of been taken in to foster care. he could went to the police or child services or anything and told them that his self, beats being homeless right?

[nitro18]

What a moron. Everyones parents fight now and then, there is no need to run away.

[kamjah]

i read a book in high school called "rule of the bone" where a kid basically does the same thing and leaves an abusive home at a very young age and goes through all kinds of ridiculous adventures (including sleeping with his father's girlfriend). it was probably one of very few books that i actually enjoyed reading.

[Clipto19]

Originally Posted by angelfire2005

What's really sad is if there really is some person like this out there. 15 years old is still a child, I can't even imagine a young boy or girl trying to face this world alone with nothing to fall back on. If it's fake that's one thing but if it's real then man that makes me feel bad.

ever seen feed the children? theres kids a low as 3-4 years old homeless on the streets.

[Freeze2000]

Thats crazy though man some of the stories on this site. Like the guy said it could NOT be true, but I still think that most of its true. I think many of us don't appreciate being raised. If my parents were true alcoholics, abused me, I probably would have ran away too, and even done hardcore drugs, never would have got into Bodybuilding.

[Millz]

was i the only one that looked towards the end for a Fresh Prince?

[dts1789]

Originally Posted by nitro18

What a moron. Everyones parents fight now and then, there is no need to run away.

wow strong idiot

[The_Pain_Train]

Watch, in 15 years this kid is gonna be big with a bunch of tats, and have a myspace full of pics of him and his exoitc cars and bikes, and his hot gf...

[Mises]

he should become a loan shark

[Freeze2000]

Ok heres another shocking story good god. This is even worse.

http://www2.lv.psu.edu/jkl1/runawayl...WasOnly12.html

I Was Only 12


I was only 12. (right now I'm 17) I had a very messed up family - an abusive dad, a loving mom, handicap brother which I loved very much, and another younger brother which called me names and hit me. All the other family members didnt live with us. I was tired of my brother always beating me and my dad threatening me and calling me names. The only one who loved me was my mom and my handicap older brother which I couldnt love more.

I had no plan when I left. I took some clothes and a blanket amd left a note writing why I left. Where I live isn't the place u want to run away but I did. I wandered the streets for four days, almost getting kidnapped once and raped twice. But I didn't because I fought back.

i slept outside gas stations and super markets, not staying anywere long. In two weeks I was miles from my hometown. I had went from Halifax to Millersburg through there and ended up in Sunberry somehow. I didn't have any cops out but I always saw signs up for me. I know my mother was worried sick and my brother missing me, so at one of the gas station I slept at I got some loose change and called home. My mom picked up. I could tell she had been crying and I heard my dad in the background and I said as quickly as I could trying not to cry not to let dad know it was me. she agreed and we talked for about a hour. Then I had to go. I asked her not to keep looking for me and not to get the cops in this.

So far I had done no drugs and hadn't been raped, but I knew by the end of this it wasnt gonna be the same. 3 months later I 'm in another state. I still find loose change to call my mom and brother. I met a boy that I really liked but we didn't do anything. I still haven't done drugs or been raped. My dark brown hair now grown down below my but. It was above but now is below. I have many friends. My street name being Ray but my real name is R. A year later I 'm still on the streets, still call my mom and have been raped more then six times now.

How u ask? Well I tell u.

Tthe first time it was only about 5 months. I was with M. for 2 months or so now and we were out with his friend. Well him and me have had sex before more then once . (I'm only 13) and it was his friends, them all being boys, and me we were going through the woods. We had met up after me and M. had sex, and he was telling them stuff but I couldn't catch any of it. They stop and all jump on me pinning me on my stomach because there is about 5 of them. M. and my head kneeling begging me to do them all and I refused and I'm screaming while 2 of them hold me down and the other two are trying to get my clothes off. They finally succeed to get me to do it.

Afterwards I wouldn't talk to M. and wandered off from them, going back to a factory to sleep inside. When I wake up I see M. there and leave quickly still mad.

The next time I was on the street and M. was off stealing to get money for us to eat and someone rapes me right there on the street. M. comes back and gets angry when I tell him but not at me.

Next time I was gang raped. I was off mad at M. because we had a fight and a gang comes up behind me, grabs me, dragging me in a factory and rapes me.

The others are about the same but the one I will never forget was I've been on the street 3 years now, yes 3, and I'm 15. I was staying with friends, 2 girls, 4 guys. I was on a bunk with a guy and 2 other guys on the bottom bunk while the others were in a different room and I drink so I was drunk and I was sleeping naked and I woke up cause I felt colds hands on my chest and saw one guy trying to spread my legs so he can **** me and the other making sure I don't move. I screamed and finally got out. I got dressed, told the others we left them there.

After 5 years being on the street and being away from my family I called my mom telling her I'm gonna start on my way back home because I'm all the way in North Dakota by now when I started in PA, and my mom told my brother but no one else and a month later I was in my town, M. by my side. I was seventeen and I had a surprise for my mom which you will find out later, and I walk up my driveway, knock on my door. My mom opens the door and if I wouldn't had smiled she wouldn't had known me because I changed so much. I was skinny and so was M.. My brother came over and my mom told him who I was and he was so happy to see me. Then I showed my mom my surprise that she was a grandmother to a little girl named F., her birthday coming up and her only being 11 months old.

My brother and father came and I hide fazel behind me and looks at my father. M. looked at me and knew excatly who they were and stood close to me and I introduce him to my mom and brother. After about a half an hour I went in and took a bath while M. watch F. I got clean clothes on and brush my hair out. Then I watched F. while my mom trimmed his hair how he likes it. He took a bath and got clean clothes. Then I gave F. a bath, did her hair,and put my old baby clothes on.

Then I was 17 and M. was 18. We still are and my mom and brother love F. and so do we. I keep F. away from my dad when I ain't here and from my younger brother.

Now here's my advice. Running away was the last thing I came too. I did everything I could before a I ran away. And it wasn't easy raising a kid on the street and having the kid in a old factory but I had M. to stand by me the whole way. And now I question how I ever made it . But then I remember everyday I prayed to God to stay by my side so I know why I made it. Because God was beside me all the time. Because nothing ever happens without a purpose. I don't know how I made without my mom and brother, but I'm so glad they're safe and still alive and I'm gonna make sure that F. or any of my grandchildren and great grandchildren never have to go through what I did.


cliffs

-Girl runs away from abusive dad and brother

-Girl leaves calls mom on occasion (tells her not to get cops involved and that she is fine)

-Tells story of how she gets raped 6 times, one of the times by one of her closest friend and there "friends"

-She lives in halifax canada, were she finally ends up in North Dokata

-Calls mom tells her she is coming home after 5 years

-Ends up on doorstep with her boyfriend (friend that she got raped by his friends) and a BABY. Her being 17, and her boyfriend 18. And a baby 11 months.

[Shadow666]

wow these make great "are you aware stories"

[The_Pain_Train]

Originally Posted by overbulked

wow these make great "are you aware stories"

I know it's wrong, but that's the first thing I though of when I saw them...

[Clipto19]

Originally Posted by overbulked

wow these make great "are you aware stories"

nah, stories are too long. you'd have to edit parts out or just aware them of the cliffs. lol

[Shadow666]

Originally Posted by The_Pain_Train

I know it's wrong, but that's the first thing I though of when I saw them...

haha lol.

Well you are a true misc'er when those kind of thoughts enter your mind before anything else.

[The_Pain_Train]

Oh, btw, I just took the time to actually read the story. If it's true, that kid's a retard. He was in a perfect situation with the family that offered to take him in...and he ran away AGAIN.

[Clipto19]

Originally Posted by The_Pain_Train

Oh, btw, I just took the time to actually read the story. If it's true, that kid's a retard. He was in a perfect situation with the family that offered to take him in...and he ran away AGAIN.

lol wow they actually tried to take him back or something and he ran away AGAIN? guess that is what he wanted then. cant feel sorry for someone like that, was given the choice to come back and he refused. thats his own problem.

[The_Pain_Train]

Originally Posted by Clipto19

lol wow they actually tried to take him back or something and he ran away AGAIN? guess that is what he wanted then. cant feel sorry for someone like that, was given the choice to come back and he refused. thats his own problem.

Seriously. That's darwinism at it's best...

[Freeze2000]

Originally Posted by The_Pain_Train

Oh, btw, I just took the time to actually read the story. If it's true, that kid's a retard. He was in a perfect situation with the family that offered to take him in...and he ran away AGAIN.

Who the **** are you to call him stupid Mr. Perfect? Ok god maybe you can tell whats wrong in my life too? You don't know that.

[nitro18]

Originally Posted by Freeze2000

Who the **** are you to call him stupid Mr. Perfect? Ok god maybe you can tell whats wrong in my life too? You don't know that.

[Clipto19]

Originally Posted by Freeze2000

Who the **** are you to call him stupid Mr. Perfect? Ok god maybe you can tell whats wrong in my life too? You don't know that.

the kid was stupid for not going back when he had the chance. theres no argument to that.

[Freeze2000]

Originally Posted by nitro18

no

[SecondsOut]

[caramon]

My niece runs away for weeks at a time. She might be able to write a story on here one day.

[SecondsOut]

Originally Posted by caramon

My niece runs away for weeks at a time. She might be able to write a story on here one day.

you'll be so proud.