𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒 - 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓

Out Of The Rain

I lay down on the pokey grass. My worn sweatpants don't get affected by the green knives below me. My hoodie does no good, the fabirc so thin, not been washed properly in over a month. The wind whooses around me. It's cold. Like rain is next after it.

And I know I'm fucked. I close my eyes, scooting against the wall of the building, hoping to god that I can stay safe from getting sick yet again. I've been living upon the streets for more than a week, at least a couple months. My mother died before I got kicked out, my dad got so mad, telling me it was my fault, abusing me for a month before he evicted me of my own house.

Cats and dogs scatter around the alleyways at night, the alleys I've stayed in previously. Tonight, I'm against the local library, in the lawn on the other side of the main entrance. Alone, little on supplies, and cold. My breath trembles, my hands following the same procedure. The tears fill my eyes.

Like lakes in my poor green eyes, the eyes that have seen far more than one person should. I close them, preventing the tears to spill like the rain will soon. Suddenly, I hear the crack of thunder. My heart pounds. Tonight, I'm exposed. Tonight I have no where to hide. I'm going to be drenched. I shiver on the grass, crying hysterically to myself.

There is nothing I'll be able to do but accept my fate. Accept I'll be drenched. I open my eyes again. They ache. Burn. Like oxygen is poking them. But it isn't. Instead I'm being pelted by sensitivity from my nearly acid tears. I look around me, finding a small cubby where the main doors are. The place is closed, it will have to do.

I bring myself up, my stomach nearly eats itself. Tearing away at the flesh, licking away at the acid, getting ready to nearly swallow me whole if I don't eat soon. Tomorrow. I will eat tomorrow. I carefully make my way acrossed the lawn, to the doors sheltered cubby. I curl into the mothy corner, hiding from the misting rain, ready to downpour on my existence.

I close my eyes, my knees at my chest, pressing against my breasts so hard it hurts. But I have to stay out of the rain best I can. I'll be safe then, out of the rain.

***

I wake up to a tapping against my shoulder. "Wake up, little girl!" The person shouts. My eyes blink open. My nose floods with the smell of moisture. It did rain. And I fell asleep before it ate me alive. But now my stomach takes it's place. "Are you going to move? I've got to open."

A wrinkle-faced lady stares back down at me. Her blonde bob gently shifting against the breeze. She blinks annoyedly at me. I huff, standing up. I'm taller than her by at least 3 feet. I feel overpowering against this grumpy old lady, but yet she has a roof over her head. Food, and maybe even a husband. "My apologies."

I say shortly, walking down the damp grass. My worn down converses don't do well but I manage. I'm due for a new pair, but the money issue is my issue. I prance down the sidewalk, into the street where I continue my walking. After what felt like hours, I stumble acrossed a sign that reads:

"Welcome to Leipzig!"

I become confused, lost and wondering where I am. I continue walking past the city sign, entering a town. Shops and people line the streets, all different varieties of people my age. Teenagers and people more than likely in their 20s and 30s. Barely any old folks here.

I walk onto the smooth sidewalk, it's pleasing underneath my worn down shoes. As I walk further down, rock music. American rock music, can be heard a shop or so down my point. I follow it, until I approach it. A song I recognize from my mother before she died.
"Iron Man - Black Sabbath"