The reality of becoming an orphan is hitting me like a ton of bricks right now. it's been roughly 3 days since i left home and got to that hospital. for the past two nights I've been sleeping in the police station while they get me put in "the system" as they call it, after googling it and doing extensive research i found out that I'm having to be living with some random white people? no thanks. things like that never really happened in Russia; they were just homeless, there was no "system" or whatever. I pull out my phone and go to google 'how to not be an orphan' nothing? oh, c'mon you can't tell me that nobody has ever wondered how to avoid this. I scroll on my phone looking at trips people around the world have taken and then it hit me. holy shit. I still have my dad's credit card in my pocket, my mother gave it to me before I left in case, I needed it to get somewhere safer! I could buy a train ticket and leave town! get away from this 'foster care' bullshit.
thank God for the technology era of the world because this just got so much easier than I thought it would be, it took about 15 minutes before I found available tickets for a train that'll bring me to New York city. is it the most ideal space to be? no. but beggars can't be choosers right now, I enter the credit card information and purchase my ticket. The train leaves in an hour, so I have about that long to leave here, and find this damn train station.
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Running. again. Have I ever mentioned how much I absolutely despise running? finding directions to the train station wasn't hard at all, I just asked one of the secretaries at the front desk at the police station. "Two blocks east, three blocks north." the hard part was getting away from the cop that's been on my ass since i got to the station. seriously man, why is he so fast?! I thought dad said they were slow and fat because of all the doughnuts they eat?! just another thing he lied about, I guess. "Ugh finally, I lost him. Jesus he's annoying." I look around me, the officer being nowhere to be found. "And just in time too!" I walk closer to the station and show the guard my train ticket; finally, a small amount of time where I don't need to worry.
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RandomAnastasia Petrov is a self-employed 20-year-old who knows how shitty the world can be, she learned it firsthand from her father, but now that Shes escaped that dark place Shes determined to help others like her escape it as well. what she didn't pla...