A long way from home introduction

I don't know how long I've been out here. I've been roaming these streets for what seems like an eternity. I've seen the snow fall many times since I left. My hair has grown far past the point of being able to control it. And the mask. This mask hiding my identity from others, but most of all, myself. This mouthless, slightly cracked mask. Never to be removed. I haven't seen my family in years. I haven't talked since that day. My body seems to agree with this, as when I try to speak, nothing but a hoarse hum comes out. I rarely see people come near me, and when i do, they just give me that look. That familiar look. A look i know all too well. I want to go home, but there is no home to go to. Maybe someday I'll figure out who I am, but not today. I need to find shelter for the night.