Care For You // n. h.

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*The girl above is the main character of my fan fiction (Alice). You can imagine her as you want but this is kind of along the lines of how I imagine her. I may describe differences between her and Alice, so please don't comment and tell me that I said she has brown eyes when the girl above has blue. Thanks!

DISCLAIMER:

The people in this story are totally made up and so is a lot of the info. I don't know anything about the process they go through in songwriting, production, etc, and I know nothing about the stories behind how they were written.

October 18th, 2013

I sat down on a park bench trying not to freeze my a.ss off. I clung tightly to my blanket and tried to warm myself up.

I resisted the constant urge to cry, because honestly, what was there not to cry about? My life was basically ruined, and nobody seemed to care.

Thats the worst feeling. Having nobody care at all, if your going to be alright. Nobody caring if you have somewhere to sleep. Nobody caring if you have enough food to eat. Nobody caring if you make it til the next morning.

I realize now why so many homeless people are forced to turn to things like stealing, drugs, or alcohol in order to sustain themselves. Drugs and alcohol take away the pain, and make you forget about the mess you've gotten yourself in. And stealing is a way to make sure you at least survive to get through the mess your in.

But the saddest thing is, I never ever imagined I'd end up here. I always used to see homeless people on the streets and feel for them, but not think much else. Now, I am one of them, and I can't do much about it.

I curled up into a ball on the bench and tried not to cry. Dear god, I missed my family so much. If my parents were here, I wouldn't be in this mess. Even if I was still stuck in this situation and my parents were here still, at least I know they would be sitting right here beside me helping me through every step of the way.

I took out the small journal I had and flipped through countless pages of notes, poems, songs, stories, and just anything I wrote when I was incredibly bored. I took out a pen and began to scribble down a new poem.

I was supposed to be a writer. I traveled out to Los Angeles to go to a nice college on a scholarship, and with the help of my parents pay for the rest, but then things went not as we planned and I couldn't pay for college and now I'm here.

Sure, I have other family, I have an older step sister actually, but she won't help me. She's one of the reasons I'm here. She took the money I needed for college education to pay for her to build a restaurant. I tried to argue but the money was coming from my Dad, and she was his daughter. So I got stuff from my mom, but it just wasn't enough. After that my Mother's very tiny family lost communication with me after things went downhill, and my Father's side of the family is too concerned with my step sister.

So, yeah. You could say things f.ucking suck right now.

I closed my journal and tucked it into my backpack. I then laid down on the park bench and fell asleep.

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October 19th, 2013

I awoke around 7 AM and stood up. It was much warmer now and I packed up my blanket in my backpack and moved on to try to find somewhere shady to sit.

I started walking and I wanted something to read as I walked so I pulled my little journal out and began reading old poems.

Me being the incredible klutz that I am, I bumped straight into a man rushing down the street and dropped not only my journal but I also fell.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry." He said helping me get up. I noticed he was wearing a business suit and holding a briefcase. He had dark hair and scruff. I think he was about middle aged.

"No, its my fault. I wasn't paying attention." I said brushing myself off.

"Oh, you dropped this-" He said leaning and picking up my journal. He slowly picked it up and his eyes quickly scanned the page. I noticed he was reading and I snatched the book from him.

"Hey! Thats mine. Please don't read it." I said embarrassed.

"Whats your name?" He asked as I crossed my arms and tucked away my journal.

"Um... Alice. Why?" I said taking a step back and growing uncomfortable.

"Your poems, their amazing. Like beyond belief. I only read about two but your one of the most amazing writers I've seen so far. Come with me. I'm off to a meeting, and I'd like to introduce you to my crew. We could use a writer like you." What? I'm so confused. This man could be a kidnapper.

"I... As much as I'd like too. I just don't know if I can do that." I said pondering.

"Alice, this is my business card. Thats my Porsche over there. Trust me. I'm not going to kidnap you." I looked at his business card and saw he was a manager. I handed it to him and thought for a moment. I'm homeless, what could this hurt?

"If I go with you, can you get me some food, water, and shelter?" I asked feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Of course. Now please follow me." He said walking quickly to his car. I followed and he held the door open for me. I climbed in and waited for him to come in the other side.

We started to drive and after about 10 minutes I had a billion questions.

"Hey, who exactly is your crew?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see soon enough."