Dirty Streets

Ostie
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Dirty streets

Being happy isn't always beneficial. 'Cause you know you can't be happy forever. There will always be sadness after the happy moments. That's how it was for me all the time. I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder when I was just a kid and it ruined my life. Even my opinions changed from mood to mood. This made it really hard to be friends with me. And therefore I didn't have any friends nor a partner. Even though I always wanted one.

The fourth of July didn't make it much easier either. My parents told me that they were going out to have fun and celebrate our national day. I was in an extremely depressed episode of my life, and leaving me alone wasn't the best idea. But my parents had never even slightly cared about me so it wasn't a surprise.

I opened the window placed in the middle of our roof and put a ladder below it. Then I climbed out of the window and onto the roof. I didn't have a proper plan except that I planned on improvising. I tried standing up and to my surprise succeeded. Even though it was really slippery due to the rain.

I walked to the edge of the roof and considered jumping for a minute. Then I regretted it and took a step back instead. But then I slipped and fell down over the edge. I couldn't register what was happening before I hit the ground with a loud sound and a scream.

-

When I woke up a few minutes later my arm hurt like hell and I had an extreme headache. I was lucky that I landed on my arm and not on my neck. But even though it was only about four meters I'd passed out. This was due to my strict diet that my parents had forced me to go on. They thought I was fat, that was why. But in fact I was really skinny and going on a diet made me pass out really easily.

But the only thing I could think of was that I was still alive. Even though I'd rather not be. I then stood up and walked to the door. It was locked.
"Ostman, what the fuck have you done?" I yelled to myself. I was just frustrated with everything.

I sat down on the ground and had nothing else to do but waiting for my parents to come home. And that would take many many hours.

-

Seven hours passed and my parents still hadn't come home. This was worrying me. 'It wouldn't surprise me if they've left me to live on the streets or something', I thought to myself.

And I was right. My parents had left me. I realized that after the twenty-four hour mark. Now I had to live on the streets. The dirty fucking streets.

But I was happy with it. Now I didn't have to do what my parents told me to do all the time.

-

The first thing I did was to go to the park. I sat down on a bench there beside a girl with long blonde hair. She had a long black jacket on and a pair of green cargo pants. I tried talking to her.

"Hello", I said. "What's your name?"
"Ella", she said.
"Nice, I'm Ostman."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too." We took a pause.
"So what are you doing out here so late?" I asked her.
"I just wanted to go for a walk, I guess", she replied with a deep breath. "And what are you doing?" I got a bit taken aback by the question.
"Uhh", I considered telling her about my parents and the roof incident.
"My parents kind of left me and I lost the keys to out house so now I'm living on the streets haha", I jokingly said but I was pretty sure you could hear the pain in my voice.
"That's sad", Ella said and looked at me. I nodded. "Yeah."
"Do you wanna come to my house for a while?" She then asked me.
"Uh yeah of course!" I said. We stood up and Ella told me that she lived with her best friend: a dude named Marc.

-

We had really fun at her place and at the end of the night I ended up asking her to be my girlfriend. She said yes and then I left. I knew I didn't actually like her, I just needed someone. And I knew she didn't like me either so I guess it was the same thing for her. To be honest, she gave me a lot of lesbian vibes...

-

We dated for a week before we both told each other that we didn't actually like each other. It wasn't anything sad, we actually had pretty fun while doing it. We laughed it off and then we never saw each other again. We just stopped seeing each other and completely forgot about our friendship.

Until one day when I was going for a walk in the village. I had saved money for a train ride to visit the edges of the country. When I was walking around I came across a camping with a few red-orange tents.

Then I saw someone. She came out of the smaller of the two tents with a pink dress in her hands. She spotted me and I could see how she frowned. Ella.

Then she started waving to me and I lazily waved back. I wasn't unhappy to see her but for some reason I was in an angry episode(that was also why I decided to take a trip to the village).

"Ostman!" She yelled and ran up to me.
"Please call me Ostie."
"Oh alright! Anyway, I am so happy to see you, I can't believe it!" She said and smiled widely.
"I'm so happy to see you too!" I said and smiled.
"Come meet my friends!" She said and dragged me to a campfire in the middle of the whole thing. Then she went into the big tent and when she came out again she had another four people with her.
"This is Ostie!" She told them and pointed at me. I forced a smile. It was a little too many people for my comfort. 
"Hello! Nice to meet you, Ostie!" Someone with split dyed hair said and took my hand and shook it.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too", I said.
"Hi Ostie", a guy with brown hair said and smirked funnily. "D'you remember me?" It thought about it for a second before I remembered who he was.
"Marc!" I yelled and stood up. "It's been so long!" We hugged each other and laughed.
"How do you know each other?" Another guy asked us. He had blonde hair and a mullet.
"Me and Ostie used to date and Marc and him hung out a lot", Ella explained. They mullet guy nodded.
"To be honest, I think I liked you", Marc said. "But I couldn't really tell anyone 'cause I wasn't out and you were dating Ella and everything."
"Are you gay?" I asked him.
"Yeah, all of us are."
"I'm bi!" The person with split dyed hair said. I nodded. "Nice!"
"So what's all of your names?" I asked them.
"I'm Avery", said a girl with brown hair and pink-dyed bangs. I nodded.
"I'm Alex", the mullet guy said.
"And I'm Gayle", said the split dyed person.
"Nice!" I said and smiled politely.
"Bye the way, me and Avery are together and Marc and Alex are together", Ella told me. I didn't get surprised, I had always got lesbian vibes from Ella.
"Alright!" I said.
"Maybe you could live with us!" Marc requested and smiled widely. I couldn't help but smile, me too.
"I mean, I'm in!" I said and the others agreed too.

And from that day I lived on the camping. (I learnt that it's called 'Motherfucking'.) But I did insist to get my own tent!

The End