After what seemed like hours of sulking, Manny finally decided to get up. He grabbed his bike, put his backpack on, swung his leg over the seat, and started pedaling. He looked at the sky again, the sun had rose and wondered what time it was yet again. He started riding down a long street, filled with shops and bright lights, and some people started to come out to shop, and he could hear the chatter of the crowd starting. He suddenly felt his stomach rumbling, he held his stomach as it started to hurt, and decided to stop and grab some of his food. He rode until he found a nice, dark, corner where he wouldn't be bothered, after swerving in, he sat down on the ground, grabbed some chips, and started crunching down on them.
After a snack, the pain in his stomach went away, but, he noticed another pain, one that wasn't from hunger. This one was, weird, this was a type of pain that grew and grew when he got stressed, or worried, or sad, or scared. Was, he scared right now? No, couldn't be, he was free, right? He tried to get up, but stumbled a little from the intense pain in his stomach, it was like something was squeezing him, like he had a tight pair of pants on. He tried to get back on his bike, but as soon as he did, a sudden sound had startled him.
He fell down, hitting his bottom on the cold, hard, pavement. His bag opened, making something fall out. He got up, noticing a pain in his lower body. He rubbed his back and groaned. After some struggle, he finally got back up on his bike, wobbling as he sat. He was about to take off, but noticed his backpack was unzipped. He looked down. He saw an orange and red thing on the ground. The doll.
A feeling of calm rushed over him. He got off the bike, kneeling down ti grab the soft object. It was a yarn doll, with a button for a eye, used to be two, until one fell off. The doll was made about five years ago. He had made it in class for a project, it had little spiked yarn hair, with a single purple yarn he stuck in there. The doll had a poorly made dress, he had used leftover fabric from some old curtains. The doll didn't have an expression, only eyes, he couldn't stitch a face on the poor thing.
He stoked it's hair, holding it close to him, he noticed how dirty it had gotten. It looked tattered, with dirt in it's hair, on it's face, and it's dressed ripped. That's when it hit him. He might not be alone during this trip. He had the doll. He couldn't see the smile, but he could feel it. And, for the first time in a while, he smiled back at the doll. He cuddled it for a second, squeezing it tight, it had felt so warm so comfy. Even if the embrace was only for a few seconds. He had been covered in a blanket of warmth.
He wasn't alone.
He had, it, no.
He had her.
End of chapter 3
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Manny's Despair
Acak"Running away is easy, it's the living that's harder" After 15-year old boy, Manny, runs away from an abusive home, he finds himself lost in a spiral of despair. With constant reminders of his hopeless existence, he tries to end it all in hopes of f...
