I don't feel any shame... I won't apologise., chapter 1

Mike ran. He ran fast and far away from everything familiar. The dark was frightening in the woods. A fourteen year old boy, angry, hurt and very lost.

Suddenly the ache in his legs and the rough ground became too much. Mike stumbled and fell flat on his face. Not for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, he tasted blood. He got up and looked around him. Everything was spinning and it made him feel sick. He threw up all over the leaf-littered ground. Then he got up, dusted off his black jeans and emptied the rocks and dirt from his beat-up converses.

I guess I'd better tell you a bit about what had happened to Mike in the last twenty-four hours. It had all started with his parents having a huge fight. Mike couldn't bear it and had yelled at them from his room to "SHUT UP!"
Then, without any warning, Mike's father had stormed into his room and beat Mike until he could no longer use his fists. (Which, luckily for Mike, wasn't much longer than fifteen minutes.) It had still left massive black and blue bruises on Mike's skin, which had popped up really quickly. It had also made Mike's lip bleed thick and fast.

Mike's dad had screamed at him to apologise, but Mike refused.

Mike had then packed a big back-pack full of necessities and run into the woods behind his house. He hadn't old anyone where he was going, not even his best friend, Billie Joe.

Now he was lost and tired.
He stumbled once more, hit his head on a rock, and everything went black.