Don't be afraid just let me help. Jay McGuiness (The Wanted) Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

“Any change?” I asked the people passing me. They turned just to stare at me like I wasn’t normal. An old woman ran from me like I was going to hurt her. Why didn’t people just treat me the same as they would their friends? I sighed as I pulled on my jacket that I had bought with my pay from the night before. I needed it. The weather had got worse. I fiddled with the zip trying to get it done but it was no use. My hands were too cold. I looked up at the sky. The dark grey clouds towering over above me, they looked lower in usual or maybe it was because I hadn’t slept. I knew it was going to rain any minute. I got up from where I had been sitting for the day and decided to at least try find shelter for the night. I was tired, hungry and just worn out. I should have been working but my body ached. I hadn’t slept in 3days. Some times things got bad and I wouldn’t find shelter or police or general public would move me.

I did my best to blend into the background as I heard the drunks leave the clubs. I tried to make myself invisible. I stayed close to walls and didn’t move as someone past. I learned if you’re quiet most drunks don’t notice. I made my way to a bus shelter as the rain started. It would to till the rain lightened off a bit. I sat down on the dry ground for the first time in the day. I felt warmer out of the wind. I blew on my hands rubbing them together trying to heat them up. It failed but they were warmer than what they were.

I groaned as someone shook me. “Think she’s dead?” I heard a man say. “Nah she keeps groaning. Maybe she’s drunk?” Another voice said. “Are you joking? Look at her and smell her. She hasn’t had a wash she’s homeless. Just leave her to rot.” A man slurred clearly drunk. I felt worthless. The only sleep I had in 3days had been disturbed but drunks. I sat up and looked at them. They could barely stand. “Just leave me.” I snapped as I walked away from them in search of a new shelter.

5years of the same thing and it still shocked me every time someone treated me the way they did. They didn’t know me, my past, why I was homeless, no one bothered to ask. You see most people assume homeless people are homeless due to it being “their own fault” No one understands some just lose their jobs and can’t afford a home, some are forced to leave home due to getting abused. Most people assume we are too lazy to work, but not one gives us a chance. People assume we are all on drugs. Yes some are homeless due to taking drugs, some turn to drugs because they can’t handle being homeless. We try our best to not be homeless but sometimes trying our best just isn’t good enough. Sometimes we need people to just give us a chance but no one does, we’re homeless why would they?

It was turning light and I hadn’t managed to find shelter or get any sleep since been woken. I sighed as I sat down on a bench. I had only £20 left after buying my jacket and food. I didn’t know whether to buy food and gloves or new clothes. I sighed looking around seeing people starting to leave their houses. I had no way of telling the time part from guess work. Most people started leaving their houses around 7am. I smiled at a woman as she passed. She stared back in disgust. I sighed sinking myself into the bench. It was going to be a long day. I needed to work at night I had no choice. I was running out of money. Life sucked.