My Addiction - Tom kaulitz

Welcome To New York

2 years of running, 2 years of having no stability. Each city I travel to leaves me with nothing, no job, no money, nothing. Just constant rejection and heartbreak. Then I'm forced to hop on the train and move on to the next city. I sit on the crates which were once stacked ontop of one another in the freight train, my hair blowing into my face in the wind. I watch the open green landscapes disappear behind rows of trees as I speed down the rails, waiting to discover which city I'll find myself in next. The cow filled fields turn into pavements and tall buildings as I near my destination, the train horn blows as it slows down upon approaching the station. I hop off before it stops and sprint towards the large metal gates which are at the end of the goods yard. 

I hide behind one of the massive factories and wait for one of the workers to scan their keycards so I can make my escape.

"when do you get off your shift?" I peek around the building to see two overweight men having a conversation, both with mugs of coffee in their hands. Oh for fuck sake just open the damn gate

"9, but I'm on my lunch break now" one of the men walks in the opposite direction and the buzzer of the gate goes off. I ready myself to run. Once I know the man has walked off I hurry to the exit which is only open a slither, I force it back open and rush off down a pavement which runs around the outside of the goods yard. 

I carry on sprinting, the lines of factories slowly disappearing behind me as a huge city comes into vision. Holy shit! This place is massive! I slow down to a jog to relieve my lungs and take in the city before me. Buildings tower above me and every corner of the city is lit up by hundreds of lights beaming down from all angles. Ive never seen a place like this before, I mean, some cities have come close but this is just another level of huge. 

Once id caught my breath, I walked towards a sidewalk where taxis run past picking up stragglers just like myself. I stand patiently with an arm stuck out signalling that I'm in need of a lift

"Need a lift?" A heavy American accent hollers at me from inside of a bright yellow taxi

"Yeah" I climb into the back seat, no way in hell am I putting myself through the stress of having to sit in the front seat of a taxi.

"Where to?" He asks interrupting my thoughts 

"The city centre" I answer, still taking in my overwhelming surroundings

"Alright, that'll be twenty bucks!" His voice goes higher in excitement, money hungry twat 

"Sure." I hand him my money bluntly and he drives onto the motorway taking us far away from the intoxicating fumes which emit from the factories.

"You live round here or?" He perks up, peering at me through the mirror.

"I live everywhere." I reply simply, closing the conversation. What is it with taxi drivers and wanting to know your whole life story?

As the car pulls into the main city, I begin feeling like I'm in one of those movies, ya know, the ones where there's a bimbo blonde girl in a yellow taxi with hundreds of bags and a coffee in hand; however I only have one backpack and no coffee. 

"Here we are!" The man turns around and flashes me an overdramatic gummy smile, I nod to him and jump out of the car, not wanting to spent a minute longer in the awkward silence that surrounded us. I look up to the furnished buildings that tower over me. When I think about it, I probably wouldn't want to live all the way onto of one of those skyscrapers, but suit yourself I guess. 

I begin my journey, a newfound confidence powering me on, surely there must be hundreds of jobs available. I inspect each shop window I walk by, hoping to come across a 'help needed' poster. And to my luck, a humble cafe has a huge help needed poster slapped right on the door. I clutch the strap of my backpack and stride in.