Biography of a Teen [Aiden]

Aiden

16 years old

runaway

Damn I never thought In a million years that my rebellious nature would land me here. A rehabilitaion clinic. Not one drink of alcohol, not one inhalation of smoke. Whoever thought being a runaway would stick me in a place I always thought alcoholics and drug addicts went to. Whoever thought that the trophy kid, the football star, the straight A student would end up being sent away. I certainly didn't. I never even saw it coming.

So the school I'm at RSTT is a school for teenagers with fucked up lives. Those who can't blend with society, those who can't seem to get anything together. The counselors of the school want me to explain my story they call it. A release of tension so as I can realize why I am here again. I personally think its a load of shit. But whatever here it goes.

My life ran pretty smooth the first 15 years of my life. Mom, and dad were still together. A little annoying sister, and a dog. Sounds like your everyday ordinary, average life huh? It was but I wasn't very happy about that. My entire life was to please my father. Excelling in everything I do so he can flaunt me, brag about how great I am. It crushes me everyday to know that my entire life was a lie. I didn't want to please him. I wanted him to leave me alone. He was a coach not a father, and he never once took in consideration of how I might feel. Every single time I would hear him talk about me to other parents I wanted to walk up and slap the shit out of him. He didn't love me, he never loved me. He loved my talents, and my ability to top everyone in everything I do. It's rather pathetic if you ask me. I suppose the day I decided to actually put a end to these never ending comments on my talents was the day my life would change forever. The day the real Aiden would burst out and take charge. The day that the fake Aiden died forever.

It was dinner time, probably around 6:30 pm. The sun had began to set and my entire family sat seated around the dining table. Mother decided to go overboard on dinner that night. Everything was so luxiourious and set so wonderfully around that whatever I wore I was sure I felt completely underdressed. There were three large candles placed in the middle of our large rectangular table, and the luminescent glow from the flame reflected off my fathers face. Giving even a more evil look to him. I was pretty much emotionless throughout the entire dinner. Like I always was when both my parents were together with me. Questions of school, grades and sports took over the majority of the conversation that night, just like they always had. And I answered with as little words as I could.

"Is there something wrong honey?" mothers tone of voice was always so comforting.

"No, I'm fine." as usual I would lie.

"Are you sure champ? You seem kind of out of it?" dad's pathetic attempt of concern was daily. He never felt real emotions towards me. "Is it because of the football game last night? You know kiddo you can't carry the team by yourself." once again lets relate more stuff to sports.

"No dad." I was going to stick with that but my feelings rushed out of me with a large amount of force. "Can once in your fucking life not talk about sports."

"Excuse me?" the look on his face was complete and utter shock. "Do you know who I am? You never talk to your parent like that!"

"Maybe you should learn to be a parent first instead of a fucking coach!" my body began to tremble. 15 years of hatred just burst out of me and I couldn't handle it. "Sports, sports, and more damn sports. I'm sick of it."

"You don't talk to me like that Aiden!" he as well began to tremble. Nobody had ever stood up to the man.

"Joseph please calm down!" my mother began to tear up. I had completely forgot her and my little sister who stood there motionless was still there. I almost felt bad they had to witness it.

"Sharon take Lucy to bed!" he flashed a quick glance at the both of them. "Aiden you stay here." Once my mother and sister were out of the room he looked back at me.

" I don't know who you think you are. I've given you the world and the first thing I get for it is this?!" His face was beat red, I've never seen him this mad. I couldn't do nothing but just sit there and stare at him. A smirk appeared on my face. "What the hell is this? you're laughing about it?!"

"Dad, or should I call you Joseph?" i knew that would get at him. He looked like he was about to yell before I stepped in again. "My entire life was to please you. You know what I think of that now?" I picked up my full plate of food and slammed it into his chest. The plate plummeted down to the hard wood floor beneath us and shattered into several jagged pieces. His shirt was covered in pieces of ham and mashed potatoes and gravy. He leaned over the table as fast as he could and grabbed the collar of my shirt. The force he put on it pulled me within two inches of his face. He was screaming at the top of his lungs but I couldn't pick out one word he was saying. All I could do was concentrate on waht I was about to do next. With a casual approach I pushed his hands off of me leaned back clenched my fist and threw the hardest punch I have ever made in my life. He fell back completely onto the wall and sank to the ground stunned. I brushed the pieces of food off my hands and began to walk out the door.

"I'm done with you." and I left the room, the house and ran as far as I could.

That was how my new life began.

We lived in a little town just outside of Dallas. There were several other neighboring towns and I had planned to walk to one of them and hitch hike all the way to Dallas. I had 15 years to come up with a plan because I knew that one day all this was going to happen. And here it was, I had just beat the shit out of my dad, and am now officially a runaway. It didn't take long before I heard the sirens of cop cars coming to my house, so I decided to sneak off into the forest just behind my house to conceal myself a little better. The walk from our town to the next seemed unbearably long. It was a 30 mile length and I knew it would take me all night and day to get there. Everything seemed to go by fast from there. It was early in the morning by the time I got about twenty miles outside of town. I had jogged walk the entire time and by the time the sun was in the sky again I was absolutely exhausted. I walked in the woods near the highway the entire time, but my legs were being scratched numerously all over due to the broken branches and sticks. I decided it wasn't worth it so I exited the woods only to be smacked by the sun for the first time since yesterday morning. It was unbearably hot, and I began to sweat even more uncontrollably. I could feel the eyes of curious people in there cars as they passed me going 70 mph.

"Look mommy! Look at that strange man!" I could just picture little children chanting that to their parents.

I held my head down in shame and didn't look up until I was finally in the next town. It was a quaint little suburbia town and I knew it was going to be incredibly tough to get a ride into Dallas. I mean if I was a person being begged by a sweaty, dirty, depressed looking teenager to drive them out of town well I wouldn't give them a ride either. As I arrived into the heart of this little town I began to go up to random people. It was the same routine person after person.

"Ma'am can I please have your help?" I would put a sad face on "I need a ride..." I usually would get cut off then

"No." and then they would walk away. I couldn't blame them though. I just wished they would reject me in a more polite fashion.

My hope began to quickly dissapear as I realized there is no way I was getting into the city. No money, no car, no friends, no phone. Every little dream became crushed, one after another after another, and I knew at that moment that I was going to get caught. I just didn't know what was going to happen after that. It didn't take long before a cop car finally showed up at my side. I was hoping they were just wondering why I was walking such a long distance, but by the time the police office had exited his car he immediately recognized me as the runaway.

"Hey you stay where you are!" the police officer shouted at me. He leaned back in his car to grab his walkie talkie and I knew I had two decisions. Get taken by the cop or run. Either way I was bound to get captured but I was completely unsure about my decision. I took one look at the cop car then dashed off into the other direction. I knew he immediately saw me running because I heard his engine roar to life as he sped up to get close to me. I knew this was the wrong choice but I had no other option. Within a few short minutes he had me cuffed and in the back seat. My short lived runaway journey that I had planned for so long had come to an end. Everything I had worked for ended right at the spot. Sitting in the back of that cop car was the beginning of the rest of my life. I told them I didn't want to go home and I'd rather them send me away and that is exactly what they did. RSTT is my new home now and living hear I no longer feel like I'm living a lie, living here with teenagers that have the same problems as me actually is comforting, I've honestly never felt more alive in my life. My name is Aiden Williams Fields and I'm a runaway.