Seattle Sidewalks

Enough is Enough

     At this place, I look around and see wasted people on the couch, the lights are dim, and the carpet is stained up. I grab moms hand, she doesn't notice my plea for her attention, I jerk her shirt, she says "Ruby! What do you want!?" I say "Mom, I want to leave this place." "What? Why?" She says. "I'm tired of living like this, let's go." "But Ruby, we're here, and that's that. Goodnight, I'm going to go with him, you keep yourself occupied." Mom had determined this was where we were staying. So I walked over to the door, opened it, and when I looked back, I saw two hurt eyes looking at me. "Are you coming?!" I exclaimed. All she did was let out a breath of air in disbelief. Obviously she didn't care enough to stop me, so I slammed the door shut and walked down the street, not knowing where to go, but anywhere was better than here.
I was looking down at my feet, a warm tear slipped from my eyelid onto my cheek. She was the only family I knew of. Where am I to go? I have no friends.
A loud horn broke my train of thought. I glanced up to see what was happening, just road rage. Then a bright sign caught my eye, I walked closer to fully examine it.