I remember how it started. It was a nice, sunny day, but that was soon spoiled when Carter pushed me off the swing.
I don't remember what happened next. Carter was crying, his mother was screaming, everyone was screaming.....it was too much. I suddenly felt tired. Then all was black.
When I came to, I was taken into a room with two men wearing blue uniforms. Policemen.
They asked me all sorts of questions. I did not know the answers. My mother finally convinced them to let me go.
When I came back home, my mother locked me in my room. I escaped that night. I've been on the run ever since.