The line goes on endlessly. It feels as if I have been waiting here forever. It shouldn't take that long to get into a shelter.
I just spend so much time sleeping in places that aren't my own or missing several meals because I don't have enough money.
I guess I'll have to do what it takes in order to beat everyone for a room at this homeless shelter.
My knees ache, my stomach growls, I haven't had a shower or brushed my teeth in two weeks. My luck is running thin out here, in order for my punishment to last as long as possible, I must survive.
It might feel good to have a mattress to sleep on or a a warm bowl of soup to slurp on.
I will get into this shelter, even if I have to kill someone for it.
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King of Nothing
Короткий рассказIts quite simple you see, I had it all, and now I don't. * Spiritual #33 / Short Story #97