I get out of bed, determined to just put on a shirt and leave. I quickly wear my shoes, get my keys and phone, open the door and sprint out. Mom calls me from behind, she was mad but when I left in the middle of the night she forgot about it. Almost as if she wasn't mad. She thinks the night is so dangerous.

The night is not dangerous. It is really the only place I feel safe. I'm safe outside at night. It's quieter. I think I'm at peace.

I'm walking now. I don't turn back. I don't want to. But I can't find anywhere to sit. I don't want to eat, I...