I plucked the picture frame that was on the night stand neighboring my bed, I gazed at the fortunate life I had hind in Georgia, I wasn't the 'most popular' female at the school, but I was gaiety with my petty band of chums that I had.
I sat down the picture frame back on the night stand, I slithered my foot into my shoes and slipped on my heavy 'hipster' themed jean jacket, I was already wearing a white tank top, and dark blue skinny jeans (that had been ripped from almost falling off the train last time I was out.)
I promenaded oust the foremost door of the little cramped house, and seated upon the creaky wooden front porch, I settled in a old rocking chair. I stared out across the forest - looking at nothing but trees, animals, and grass lands, stray in reflection about my bygone life, before all of this. Maybe I should tell you a little about myself, my name Ghost. I don't remember my name, I don't have considerable reminiscence of my kin either - I'm a fifteen year old female Coyote, no, not like the animal. Coyote is slang for a unhoused individual that peregrinates sole but will abide with people occasionally - but not for too lengthy. Coyote's stir about on trains like the actual species does, so that should clear things up for your part.
My parents are defunct, my mom perished bestowing genesis to me, and my father committed suicide because of her forfeiture, I guess he wasn't much of a man anyways.
I'm from Indianapolis, IN, I moved to Georgia, I'm nothing special. I am in a diverse state and location now, I've moved so frequently about I have no notion of where I'm at unless I ask townsfolk or look for map signs.
My appearance isn't something I'm a fan of - my hair is brown with a cream-blonde bang, my eyes are a unnatural vibrant sea-foam color, and my skin is paper white, I wear a black hood and white bandana around my face to hide my identity from everyone. I don't want them to recall a poverty bandit like myself.
I rose aloft from the rocking chair, and bounded off the porch with agile, excavating up my duffle bag as I lurched - the kind that looks like golf bag. The really aspired one's you can raiment on your shoulders as a substitute for a 'book-bag' - that's what I carry my existence in, it's convenient if you ask me, as long as I'm not mistaken for a burglar.
"Ghost!" A intimate voice vociferated from abaft me, I whipped around to perceive someone not so conversant, but the voice was.
The person approached me, delivering me a loaf of bread,
"Leaving so soon, Coyote?" she chimed.
The elderly women smiled at me amply - she was in good shape for her era, she looked about her late fifties, her hair was obviously dyed because it was a burgundy-brown pigment, and you could see some of her roots through the river of her curt ringlets.
I coughed once to pellucid my arid throat, "Er - Uh, yes.." I awkwardly shifted my feet, as if I was doing some sort of dance.
The lady tenderly smiled at me broadly, "Oh, alright.." She handed my the bread, I accepted it, and her smile fell down into the depths of hades.
"Do you think you could ever visit me some day again?" The women's eyes were filled with anticipate, and woe.
It wasn't shrewd for a Coyote to ever return to a location, at all. It was dangerous - especially if you've stolen nutriment from the town's markets, and got away with it, but somehow they'd always recognize you right off the bat.
The punishment?
Demise.
"Maybe, just, maybe..someday...." I promised, barely chocking it out.
The elderly women offered me a weak smile, and she knowingly nodded towards me,
"Safe Journeys, Yotë."
I revolved on that ponderous anchoring step, that Lady let me into her home, I could never reimburse her, never.
Why?
Because I'd never see that countenance again, I don't see anyone ever again, I loathe this lifestyle. That's why I try not to get attached to anyone, but I do by accident, just because I omit having a kin, it tears me apart like a blustering ravenous beast - from my ribcage to my stomach, making me want to curl up and blubber.
I gaited onto the train conducting to the subsequent town, as a undesirable passenger, but no one ever perceives a umbrage, Leaning against the wall beside me in my seat, I closed my eyes, not drifting off, but just catching a moment of peace.
...
(themed music)
Sometimes life it takes you by the hair
It pulls you down before you know it
It's gone and you're dead again.
I've been in places and I won't pretend
That I'd make it out just to fall on my head
Wake up strange and take the walk downstairs
Hit the pawn up on the corner and pay for my rent
You know that I could not believe my own truth
Just show them what I choose, got nothing to lose
Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poisoned but I'll hold on tight.
You know those days when you want to just choose
To not get out of bed, you're lost in your head again.
You play the game but you kind of cut
'Cause you're coming down hard and your joints are all stuck.
I tried to say that's not the only way
I never knew if I could face myself to change.
You were pacing I was insecure.
Slip and fall, I got the calls from the prison I've been living in.
Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poisoned but I'll hold on tight.
Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poisoned,
Took a sip of something poisoned, poisoned.
Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poisoned but I'll hold on tight.
Yeah yeah and it's O.K.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poisoned, took a sip of something poisoned, poisoned.
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that's all, sorry it's short, this is my very first book on wattpad so don't judge my writing skills please! I'm only thirteen years old, so I'm not that advanced :)
continue? or is it bad, and not worth it?
song lyrics at the end belong to Foster The People - Helena Beat!
xoxo
