Fighting The Past

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road,
The only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes,
But it's home to me and I walk alone.

~ 3 Years Later ~

It has been 3 years since my mother last talked to me. I have left her countless voicemails and texts. I couldn't pay my phone bill so I no longer have a phone. I didn't even try to get the money for one, why get a phone just so everyone can ignore me? I cashed it in for some money to eat though.

I've been in and out of shelters and even got to stay with my friend Nikkie, but she kicked me out when she got fired. I get my money from pick pocketing. I don't like it but I have to do it.

I was walking to Leo's Liquor Market, when I suddenly see 4 very drunk men. I quickly turn into the alley behind Lucille's Beauty Salon trying to avoid them since I never had good experiences with drunk people. I lean against the wall next to the dumpster, waiting for the men to pass. To my surprise they turn right into the alley. They spot me and start walking towards me.

I look back and curse at myself for choosing the alley with the dead end. I quickly turn back to the men and my head snaps to the side. He slapped me.

"Wha'chu doin' out'ere prinss. You shoun't be out so lay' ta nigh'. Ya'know ba'thins cannappen." He slurred, i hardly got what he was trying to say. I try to get past the men but one grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me to the floor. There was glass on the floor and I got cut.

The stinging of the glass shards in my skin were forgotten as a much stronger pain was felt in my abdomen. I rolled onto my back to try to take the pressure of of my stomach but immediately regretted it as I felt something slam into my stomach again. One of the men stood on my hand, his heel digging into my knuckles. I let out a surprised scream of pain as he kicked me in the face. He did this a couple of times before a crack was heard and I felt my nose gushing blood like their was no tomorrow. I cried in agony as two of them proceeded to kick me in my side and stomach. After what felt like an eternity, they stop. I try to get up but fall on the glass, earning a yelp from me. Suddenly I feel the force of another kick and hear the jingling of a belt. Realizing that that can only mean one thing, I whimper out, "No. Stop. Please."

Not a moment later, I hear a man say, "Hey! She asked you to stop! Now, you can stop or I'll make you stop!"

"Who thellr you?" One of the guys asks. "I'm a force to be reckoned with. Now, did I make myself clear, or do I have to repeat myself?" the man replied.
"Get ta 'ere. This in't your trretorry," one of the assholes slurred, "plust in't your binsess," he continued.

"Well I'm making it my business, so leave or you'll regret not listening." The man countered. I heard no more talking, but I heard what sounded like a punch. I heard more russeling and more hits and then noticed that the other two guys were running away. Then everything goes silent.

I try to get up but fall in the process. The man comes to my aid and tries to help me up. "Thank you. I'm fine, I got it," I say.
"You sure?" He asks back.
"Yeah. I'm sure," I confidently say while trying to stand up.

I wobble to my feet. As soon as I try to take a step my knees buckle and I collapse. Before I could hit the ground, he catches me.

Feeling dizzy, I soon hear "I got you. Don't worry," then everything goes black.
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Things change, doesn't mean they get better.