I'm alone. I don't know what to do anymore. The streets look abandoned as I walk through them. My sneakers are getting wet because of all the rain. People always tell me to take care of my shoes, but I just give them a weird look. They're just shoes. I can't tell what time it is right now. The clouds are dark, they look different than before. It was raining hard. It was a storm. The wind was strong, and even made the palm trees bend like rubber. But I didn't care. I just kept on walking like it was nothing. If anything were to happen to me, would anyone notice? Would they even care to wonder where i was?
"No..." I said out loud, just to remind myself what my voice sounded like. I hadn't spoken in so long that I had forgotten what I sounded like. Every second the storm got heavier. The cold feel of the wind, the calming feeling of the raindrops on my face...it felt like the clouds, the rain, and the wind were my only friends. Hands in my pockets, Hoodie over my head, I just kept on walking. Walking, like it was the only thing I could do. It's the only thing I actually can do, despite that, it's like i'm "Running away." I say. My name is... "I don't even know what my name is anymore." I keep talking to myself just to make sure that all this moment is true. I'm just a normal boy trying and fighting everyday for a normal life, that is...if normal even exists. My parents left me when I was a baby. I've never met them. I've lived with my aunt ever since. And like she even takes care of me, all she does is work and stay out of the house. I go to school everyday but no one notices. I have no friends, and if I ever did, they were never there for me. My grades have been dropping down to the floor ever since I saw the reality of what is the life that I'm living. What's the point of getting good grades if they won't matter after. No parents, no friends, no love, no one. I'm lost, and I've lost all hope of being found.
