Rescued Or Was It Liberated ?

Chapter 2

"No, no please don't. I promise it won't happen again. PLEASE!"

Screaming I woke up from my nightmare, well not really a nightmare but a memory. Shaken I just sat for a few minutes gathering my wits. I know that if I don't calm down soon I'll have a panic attack, so I start breathing slowly. After a good half hour I got up dusted my self off and started yet another day.

I went into the busiest coffee shop I could find and slipped into the bathroom. I tried to clean myself up as best as I could with the hand soap provided, for what I had to work with I did pretty good. I then crept back out and started job hunting again.

I went anywhere I could find gas stations, coffee shops, outlet stores and was told the same thing that they weren't looking. I know they were trying to be polite and that that reality was that I either didn't have the experience or I did not look the part.

And so, after hours of disappointment and job after job saying that they didn't have any job openings. Im now forced to beg for money for food. So I do just that, I walk down the street zigging and zagging asking people who looked nice for change.

After 5 hour of walking and begging I've ended back up in my alley.

I am now sitting in a clean, or at least as clean as it can get, ally counting the money I got. I have a grand total of fifteen dollars, if I plan well I can stretch this a week.

Looking at the sky, I gauge the time to be around 6 PM. I get up and start heading down the street to the corner store. Usually the owner let's me have the bruised or non-perfect fruit at a discount, which goes a long way to helping stretch out what little money I get.