Psych.

Fifty.

A year and four months.
I'd like to go back to my old life now. I'm sick of this cold weather and waking up in the backseat of my truck. But as I look behind me, the road is gone. There is no way to reverse this because it is out of my control and that is the most frustrating thing about it. I thought that by lunging myself forward I would have control. The only thing I have is this feeling in my gut that tells me, "You're screwed and this is why you have to be alone." And while that makes me want to tie a noose, my stomach says otherwise. Let's have breakfast.
I get dressed and head to the nearest diner. The atmosphere in diners was always a kind of sad-ish comfort. Let me explain. It was warm and welcoming, but the feeling of loneliness was thick in the air. The start to another miserable long day, but the staff were sweet and the food was delicious. The daily loners sat talking with the waitresses and the old women with the poofy white hair just enjoyed their retirement. Then there was me, sitting on a stool at the counter with a cup of coffee thawing my hands. I had a brief thought, back to Pulp Fiction. But in reality who would rob a diner? The guy next to me stirred at that exact moment, did I jinx it?
"What can I get for ya, sugar?" i jumped at the waitress's sudden cheery tone.
"Two eggs sunny side up, a side of bacon, and hash-browns. Please." I said while clearing my throat and feeling my face heat up in embarrassment. I looked down at the floor and noticed a small bag filled with what looked like baking soda. No. I knew what that was. I bent down and picked it up. The man beside me turned and his eyes seemed to pop out of his skull as he snatched the little bag right out of my hand.
"Why?" I asked as I situated myself back on my stool.
"You shouldn't be nosey. It's not attractive." He grumbled in reply.
"Nosey? Huh. At least I don't stick mine in coke." I wondered why someone would waste their money on a substance like that, especially if they already didn't have much to begin with. I glanced back at the man, he was scarfing down his food like he had never been fed before. Disgusting.
One of the waitresses flipped on the morning news. The weather was only going to get colder. Wonderful.
My waitress set my order down in front of me. "Enjoy, sweet-pea~" She smiled and I nodded in thanks. I don't know what it was about diners, but they always had the best hash-browns.
"-missing persons. Authorities are still on the search for 19 year old-" I looked up to see my face on the screen. What. They're looking for me?