I awaken to unknown surroundings. I'm on a cot in a living room. I try to move, but pain instantly pierces my whole body. I gasp and I hear footsteps run towards me. A man comes into my view. He has golden brown hair and hazel eyes. He's very tan and I can see his muscles underneath his clothing.
"Who the hell are you? Why am I here?!" I ask him.
"Don't worry...I found you in the alley next to my house. You were pretty beat up..." he tells me.
I glare at him and say, "Who said I wanted your help? I'm doing just fine on my own."
He ignores me as he gently lifts up my right arm. He gently removes some type of gauze from it. I glance at my wrist and my eyes widen in shock. It's all purple and blue.
"Don't worry about your wrist...it's just a sprain even though it looks bad," he tells me.
I glare at him again.
"What?" he asks me.
"I'm leaving," I tell him.
He looks at me like I'm crazy and he stops rewrapping my wrist.
"If you leave, there's barely any chance that your wounds will heal properly!" he exclaims.
"Why do you care?! I'm just a homeless orphan that no one cares about. Why do you care about me?" I ask him, my voice rising.
He glares back at me, sensing that I don't want to be helped. A squeak can be heard as he opens what looks to be the front door. A warm breeze blows in and makes my dirty blonde hair dance. It's inviting, the warmth. It's home to me.
I stand up, anxious to return to the streets, looking for my next meal. A sudden pain in my side makes me crumple into a ball on the floor. Already, the pain is affecting me greatly. I want to get outside, but this new person's hand is outstretched in front of me.
"Do you want my help or not?" he asks me.
I shake my head and stand up. Grabbing my side, I trot towards the door. Nothing can stop me from reaching the shelter. The shelter is all I've ever known. The darker side to this thing we call life is all I've ever known.
Finally, I reach the outside. The sun beats down on me, making me feel alive. I sit on the sidewalk and take deep breaths, being careful to not cry and let the world know how much pain I'm really in. This goes on for at least an hour before the sting subsides.
I start towards the shelter. People stare at me. They stare at my injuries. Some even turn to hide their laughter. Of course, they've never even tasted my side of life. The side where you have to strive to get even a few crumbs.
I start to sprint. The shelter comes into view in minutes, making me feel better. Then I realize what's waiting for me. The little bitch who makes her brother do all the work for her. That brat has probably ruined my reputation by now. She took my corner. She took my supplies. She took my pride.
I walk through the entrance to the shelter. All eyes turn to me except a certain person in the back. I make sure to slam the door behind me to emphasize how much I'm pissed. I stalk through the giant room until I reach her.
I grab her by the throat and slam her against the wall. The edge of my vision has turned red with anger. I bring back my fist, wanting to hurt the girl in front of me. I want her to feel all the suffering I've felt for the last five years. I throw my fist forward. I hear a crack. The sound didn't come from the girl. It didn't come from my own fist. It came from the wall.
I stare in shock at the crack in the wall my fist just created. I moved my fist at the last minute, causing the wall to take the blow, not Maggie. I bring my fist back to my side.
"You don't know anything about what most of us here have gone through. I've had no one since I was your age. Your the lucky one. You have someone. You have it easy," I whisper.
I can feel warm, wet trails of water running down my face. Moments later, I'm on the ground in front of the girl. I broke in front of everyone. My walls have been broken. All by a thirteen year old girl.
As I sit there in a fetal position, I can feel a hand on my shoulder. I don't bother looking up. I feel perfectly fine with ignoring everyone.
"I just thought I'd tell you happy birthday, Sam. I'm sorry...I'm real sorry about you getting hurt. Here, I have something for you," Tom says to me.
I glance up at the weathered old man. He gives me a gentle smile and hands me a bottle of aspirin. I look at the bottle, but say nothing. He must understand that I need to be alone.
I can hear him walk away. I look up at Maggie. She has a shocked expression on her face and her bottom lip is shaking in fear.
Standing up, I glance around me. Everyone is looking at us. They're amazed that I finally broke. I strengthen my grip on the aspirin.
"What the hell are you all looking at?! Keep your damn nose out of my fucking business!" I yell at them.
I walk out of the shelter and into the day. The sun is going down, telling me that I was out in that man's house for a good portion of the day. So many thoughts race through my head. So many until I think, what is there to live for? You can end it all right now. You can use the pills...
The thought echoes in my mind. What do I have to live for? Everything has been taken from me. Granted, it wasn't much, but it was all I had and it meant the world to me.
I keep walking, not looking back. I can feel the darkness swallowing me, but I don't care. I have nothing to care about. The darkness feels nice. It's slowly draining my will to live. It's welcoming me.
I find myself kneeling by the river. I open the bottle hastily. I scoop water in my mouth from the river and empty the whole bottle into my mouth and swallow.
I lay down on the bank of the river and whisper, "Goodbye cruel world."
I close my eyes and the darkness consumes me. I wonder what the afterlife is like?
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