As if things couldn't get worse it began to rain again. Hazel continued walking hoping she might find another box to sleep in or at the moment live in.
She found nothing.
She thought she ran out of options but then she saw a building in the distance. She ran towards it and to her it felt like a miracle.
There was an overhang that would protect her from the rain. She threw her pillow and blanket on the ground and leaned against the wall.
She let her body slowly droop down the side of the building as she let tears run down her face. Once she hit the ground she collapsed on her side and cried as she listened to the pattering of rain against the overhang.
It seemed like all Hazel did anymore was cry. Everything she knew seemed transparent. It all had lost meaning and she felt the emptiest she had ever been before.
Perhaps it was just her depression, but her current situation was definitely making thins worse.
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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.
