Eliot Conely woke with a start at the sound of his alarm clock. He rolled over onto his side, and just stared. For a few moments, the only two things in the room were the young boy and those four horrible numbers. One- two- zero- zero. Why did he set his alarm for midnight... and why did he sleep with this... thing... on? Everyone online said that it was a really bad id--- Shit! Eliot jumped out of bed and tore the cord out of the wall. Screw safety, he was dead if his mom heard that.
Cursing and running into the bathroom, he grabbed his bag from under the sink and threw in his last few materials. And by material, of course this meant food... and an extra pair of under wear. Finally, he slipped on his shoes and walked to the door, every intention to take his bike and leave. Yet... something stopped him.
Maybe it was the fact that it was pitch dark out there. Maybe it was the fear that he would be the only one to show. Or maybe... well... not maybe, it was the fear that they wouldn’t remember him. They had all know a tiny scene girl who hardly talked. They all would remember (or not remember) little Ellie Conley. And he most certainly was not little Ellie Conley... not anymore.
Eli took a deep breath and shoved his fear aside. He was going to walk out this door. And so he did. He stepped outside into the dark, cold night; nothing but a small bag on his back and a train ticket in his pocket.
A few hours later
Eliot gazed out of the small tinted windows, the dark tunnel flying past him. As the “Smithville Train Station” sign came into view, he couldn’t help but smile. It was as if some one had come up with these town names due to either the sake of being symbolic or just running out of ideas. Unfortunately he would have to walk from here, but it would be worth it in the end.
And it was. When Eli waked pat that sign, “Welcome to Freedom,” the fact that he was in the worst pain that he had felt in... Forever, didn’t matter. He was home.