Louis P.O.V
Dark, cold, and hungry. That’s what I’ve been for the past three weeks. My parents kicked me out because I’m gay, I understand though, they were very religious. I remember going to church every Sunday, my mom getting mad at me for taking off my tie before we leave for church. I never really listened when I was a kid. I smile lightly at the memory of my childhood. Less complicated. Less confused. Less stress.
My stomach growled and I was brought back to reality. I’m sitting on the cold ground against a old building. I look down on my blue faded jeans debating if I should go get something to eat; I only had 15 dollars left from when I got kicked out. The wind picked up and the ends of my jacket flowed in the air.
I stood up, grabbed my note book and pack of pencils, I’ve always been in to drawing. I guess you could say it was my escape from reality. Everyone had some kind of escape, some music, some acting, some reading, well mine was drawing. It’s like you can draw whatever you want with no limits, no one to tell you can’t do this and do that. It takes me to a new world.
My notebook fell out of my light grip and the pages went flying everywhere. Fuck I thought to myself. I quickly picked up my notebook and ran down the street were the rest of the pages went. Listening to the traffic in the streets and my small shoes hitting the sidewalk every step I take.
I ran all the way to local coffee shop picking up a few pages on the way. That’s when I bumped in to a stranger. I looked up to meet a pair of bright green eyes; they reminded me of a forest. He was a lot taller than me and was wearing an orange beanie. His curls were sticking out of his hat. He had a larger frame then me and was wearing a black jacket considering it was late fall.
“S-sorry” he mumbled picked up the pages from my notebook. He examined them, his green eyes looking at every inch of the drawing, and then handed them to me. I took them from his large hands I quickly stuffed them in my jacket. “Those are really good drawings” The tall stranger said with a light smile. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came to my mind. I was never social. I only had a few close friends in school there names were Ryan and Stan. But after I dropped out of school I didn’t keep in touch with them. They moved on.
“Hello?” The stranger asked. Curiosity showing in his bright eyes.
I stood there frozen. I looked back down the road then back at him. Then ran, to a place I can’t be seen.
“Wait! You dropped some of your drawings again!” He yelled at me when I was half way down the block.
But I didn’t care I just needed to leave.
