The Forgotten Son

For many years, he tried to appease them. Those he called family. Those who were supposed to love and cherish him. Those who he thought were there to protect them. As the years went on; So did the abuse, the neglect, the hate. He felt like a ghost. One foggy morning. Sam had had enough! With just the clothes on his back in tow. He trekked out into the grey abyss. And much like a ghost...silently disappeared into the fog.