I'm broke. Seriously broke. I'm up to here with being broke. Living on two pennies and the constant reminder that I'm trash. Stupidly, trash. People walking about, and me outside loosely holding out my white,plastic cup, ignored. Another day, same cup, same me but still no money, ignored. It's was raining today, I'm drenched and my cup is overflowing with cold water, ignored.
People call me a pest, an annoyance, a mistake. Same old day, same stupid names. I had long,scary thoughts sometimes. Maybe I should end it all. Like, I mean it's no big deal, right? I'm only one out of the million, no one would care. All you need is a rope and a tree. Simple. People may argue with me on my thoughts on life. Personally, I don't think much of it. After all, I am just a pest.
Oh, I forgot. I collected £26.66 pence altogether. For a hobo living on the street it's not bad, but not good enough. I didn't have any big life goals myself, however I did like to be treated with some level of respect. However, in this world you don't earn respect, you buy it. In other words, you're rich you can have everything, but if you're poor then you should be happy that you're even alive. Relatable.
By now you are probably asking 'who is even talking to you' and 'what is this scavenger's name?'. Well surprise, surprise I don't have one. So I go by the name Rat. Everyone calls me one. Even my code name is Rat. It's amusing that people call my name unintentionally and here they think that they're insulting me. Now of course, I'm not actually a rat. I was one hundred percent human to my knowledge, and I'm hardly even educated.
If you haven't noticed, I'm dead...
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A pest that lives in the shadows
General FictionCriminals were always seen as thieving law breakers in the history of humanity. However, do we consider what's on their side of the story?
