Hazel continued to let her mind fill with unpleasant thoughts until the panic attack stopped.
Once she was able to gain her composer she got up and continued heading forward.
At this point Hazel was a complete wreck. Her hair was messy, she hadn't showered in days, her clothes were ripped, and she was losing all strength.
She found a spot to rest and eat some food to restore her energy, but when she opened her bag there was nothing left. She ate it all.
Out of all things that she could of forgotten, it had to be money. Now she was unable to buy the supplies she needed, considering anyone would let her in stores looking the way she did.
It was at that moment she realised she had made a huge mistake. At this point in time she was just a homeless teenager who was completely and utterly lost.
She had no idea what city she was in, what day or time it was, and she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do next.
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Lost
General FictionAlone, broken, scared, and lost is exactly how you would describe Hazel, a teenage girl who has lost all hope.