The Heart of a Murderess

Pauper

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>{ Pauper }<

~Pauper~ a person destitute of means

I continue walking down to the railroad tracks.

I walk past long rows of dying trees before I turn down the shortcut. I barley breathe as I walk past what used to be a small chapel and is now a pile of ash.

As I make my way up the path. I start to smell the desolate fog of engine smoke.

Last night I slept under a bridge. I'm so glad I brought a blanket. It made me feel protected from the shadows.

I may have felt protected on the out side but my dreams were filled with horrible nightmares.

In one dream a devil in black clothing stood over me, worshiping death. Whispering "he will come".

I awoke screaming with no one to protect me.

It's always been that way, even at the orphanage.

They would just close there ears to my screaming.

Cruel is the only word I can think of to describe there ways.

My tread comes to a stop as I reach my destination. I've been walking for about an hour now.

I've been walking to Cana, a little town outside of Portland. It takes 38 minuets to get here from Portland by car. But I don't have a car so I walked...

No one will notice me missing for a few more hours. Maybe they'll think I'm out walking or gone to the convenient store a mile from them.

I know if it where up to them they'd keep me missing, but the orphanage calls for an update on me weekly and the neighbors will notice that I'm gone.

So they'll wait a night. And when I don't show up they'll all act fake worried and call the cops, who will assume I've run off with friends.

But when they tell them I have no friend they'll post me as a missing child.

Great. I didn't think of that till now.

I sigh aloud, then walk up the steps of an old store.

As I walk inside the old women at the cash register smiles at me. I almost smile back but then I catch myself.

People are cruel. You learn to trust them and then they stab you in the back.

I stager slowly through the store till I find what I want.

Bread. Plain, white, bread.

This is something I can eat on the road.

I take it up to the counter and pull out the money I have.

Ever since I started planing my escape I have been taking change, dollar bills and twenties I find. And over a period of four years a found $958. It's enough to get me where I want to go.

I know it's stealing but whatever.

"$1.25 please." the old women cheers.

I hand her the money and take the bread.

As I walk out of the store I pull out a piece of bread and put a piece in my mouth.

Ah... Food.

I swallow slowly. I could keep walking... Yes I think I will. I can't stand this town.

But were to go... I don't know any towns farther then this one. Wait, there's a greyhound station here. I take the side of the road for a mile till I reach the station.