Born to kill

Chapter 3

Valentina Bianchi

Im hopeless. The next day I look for a job everywhere. No stores are hiring.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

I don't want to burden Laura. She has her own life. I can't call my family. I may just have to deal with the consequences of my actions.

I need something to take my mind off of this. I got a shower and put some light makeup on. I put on a jacket and some sweatpants and decide to go on a walk.

Malibu by Lucys is playing in my headphones

I walk down to a store right down the street from my apartments. I have one dollar on me. I use it on water.

I don't have any food in my apartment right now. I don't have any money. I might not be able eat for a couple of days.

I walk out of the store and notice a trash can filled with leftover food. I look up to see if anyone's watching as I walk over. There's all kinds of food that was thrown away.

I pick out some cheese that's still sealed inside the packaging and some soups in cans. After I finish, I stuff everything in my pockets of my hoodie and sweatpants.

I was satisfied.

Just as I'm  smiling thinking my day was going good it dropped as soon as I thought about what I've  done. Going through the trash? Is that really who I am?

Someone who digs through trash just to find a crumb of food? I felt disgust deep within myself. Still. My stomach was grumbling and I'm tired.

These past days I've been so exhausted and stressed out.

Is this how my early 20s is supposed to go? Homeless and begging for food? I don't want to live like this.

I'm  waiting by the cross walk ready to walk to the other side of the road. Cars are flying by going to wherever they need to be.

Everybody probably has an important life.

They all probably have family, a house to live in, food to eat too. Was I selfish trying to think that maybe I could live that way too?

The cars finally stop as the people that's standing with me to cross the road start walking. I was walking until I felt my water drop out of my hoodie.

"Shit" I mumble.

The stop light turns green and cars are driving past me and beeping.

I'm  just trying to get my water.

My water keeps rolling down the road.

I look up and a huge truck is coming right down the street. He's not exactly watching where he's going but my water won't  stop flying down the street.

I start running faster. I'm weak. I haven't eaten in so long. I'm not prepared for this. I'm too dizzy.

The truck's speeding down the road.

My heart's pounding. I need this water.

My water stops rolling and I look up to see a woman that stops it with her foot. She has short blonde hair. Blue eyes, and is very masculine.

"Thank you." I say frantically.

"Sure." She says as she picks it up and hands it to me. She just stares at me. Looking at my lips and my whole body.

I look over and the truck is not stopping even if I'm in the street.

"Shit," the blonde says.

She picks me up and drags me to the concrete. I'm completely shocked. I was fucking weak. My legs already gave out so I was sitting on the sidewalk.