Kidnapped By The Gangleader

Trying To Walk Home Alive

Winnie POV...

As I walked home from my job, the breeze hit my face harshly. It's winter and the money I have made doesn't help me buy a heater.

My feet hurt from being on my feet all day and from this uneven road. Cars pass by. People giving me dirty looks.

I didn't make this life for me. My family died . I became homeless then I got a job. Now I got a rundown apartment and a bit of food.

Most days I barely eat because I don't have food. My like sucks and crying doesn't help.

So I reach the building and go up 7 flights of stairs and open my apartment.

A small bedroom with a bed and dresser , a bathroom with a tub and toilet, and kitchen with refrigerator and stove , and living room with a sofa.

That wraps up this cheep apartment. I shower, eat a snack cake then sleep on my rock hard bed.

Though the night I heard sounds. Guns,fighting, and crying. The usual.

I wake up ,dress in my work clothes,brush my teeth and run out. I know I'm probably late because I don't have a phone nor clock to wake me up.

(Winnie at top)