Me, My Camera, and The World |On hold|

Chapter 2

Well, sorry if the character development is going a little slow, I just don't want to speed through it.
But it's going good so far, don't you think?
And sorry I haven't updated sooner; school is freaking insane.

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I was shoving all my clothes into a duffle bag, after quickly deciding after the diner incident, it was probably best for me to leave the town now.

I lived in a trailer on the outskirts of town, which was best, since it was quiet and I could do whatever I wanted.

Plus it was away from people.

As I packed my things, I was thinking of where to go and what to do. I had a fair amount of money, so I could easily buy necessities like food, and my website online, where I sold photos, could help me with the rest.

It was a risky way to live, but it was worth it.

I triple checked that I had all my money, left nothing behind, and that I had enough gas. I wanted to make sure nothing went wrong on the trip.

I just wasn't one-hundred percent sure where I was going to go.

My best bet, was to take a road trip. See the sights around the country. I was tired of looking at the same things in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. Sure there was an occasional rumor going around that just so happened to be true, but life had just gotten so boring around here. I needed some action; I needed some danger.

Making a final decision, I got to the wheel and started the engine.

Time to make each minute count.

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I had stopped at a rest stop, near Corpus Christi, to lay back for the night. I had driven all day, occasionally stopping to take a quick photo of the sights.

It felt weird, being out of the town. I had never left, not once, in my entire life. I didn't have any relatives there, at least not that I cared. I had given up on my family a long time ago.

My mother and father were a happy couple before I was born. Right after I was born, my father picked up his things and left, without a word. At least, according to my mother. Although I'm pretty sure he was abusive; at least, that's what I heard from my mother when she was drunk.

She never tried to shield me from the alcohol she consumed; she just drank and drank till she passed out. It seemed as if she was never sober. Whenever she was drunk (aka- all the time), she would tell me I was never going to go anywhere in life, and she regretted having me.

Other times she would tell me stories; times before I was born, or times when I was a child, and I was actually cute enough for her to want me.

But then she quickly returned to yelling a me to run to the market to grab her more booze.

Let's just say I was out of there real quick.

The moment I had had enough of my mother, I left, took the car trailer that we weren't using, got a job, and been living in it ever since I was sixteen.

I was 26 now, ten years later, and I barely knew what to do with my life. Sure, I had my website where I auctioned off pictures, but that wasn't going to sustain me forever.

As much as I hated it, I needed someone to help me. Financially, of course. But that would be a problem, as my so called "aggressive" attitude, warded people off.

I got up from my bed in the trailer, and sighed. I was on my own for the time being. I wasn't worried. I had been on my own for a long time.

I think I can manage.

~•~

Driving on the lonely road, at about three in the morning, has its merits, but it gets boring after a while. There's no excitement to it.

Which was, ironically, the reason I was driving. To find something new; an inspiration of sorts.

It was an empty road that I was driving on just me, it seemed, for a long while since I could see no other cars on the road.

Suddenly a large black blur runs in front of the trailer, making me swerve to the side of the road and falling into a small ditch.

I get thrown into the steering wheel, my seatbelt, digging into my chest, keeping me from getting thrown through the window.

When the bright spots stop dancing in my vision, I see the hood of the trailer slightly crumpled, and smoke coming out from under it.

"Dammit," I swear.

I quickly get out of my car (as I am unhurt) to assess the damage.

The front of my trailer is stuck in the ditch, with the two other wheels spinning in the air.

I hurry back to the road, only to realize that the nearest town, is no where in sight, and there seems to be no on the road for miles.

I sigh,"Well, at least I went to the bathroom at the last rest stop."

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