Mis(s)understood

Introduction

 

 People say I’m just a misunderstood teenager.

A girl that chose to go the wrong path.

Someone who hates the world and all of its consequences.

But it wasn’t my fault… so am I still to blame?

I got dealt with my sufferings.

And I’m still trying to survive.

I’m wandering in a glorious abyss.  Swirling through constant peace. Suddenly, the grand oaks start swaying, breaking, falling, crushing. I’m trying to find my way back, but there’s no path to follow. I fall, I’m being shaken, I’m—I’m—

“Wake up you ugly bastard”.

I’m back in my dark reality.

I open my eyes slowly and turn my head to the side, looking around at the familiar staircase I crashed on last night. Looking up, an old man is squatted by my face, carrying an agitated expression.

He snarls as I wipe my eyes, “Get up bitch. You youngin’ need to get outta here. This ain’t no princess motel, this’a my fort. You been here enough for one time”.

I scoff, “You don’t give no one any mercy, do ya Pops?”

The elder man grabbed my arm and flung me aside, “Leave”.

He don’t even understand what I’m tryin’ to do. How I’m tryin’ to escape hell and go back to Limbo. So I grabbed my pack and trudged on down the street, not having enough energy to think of Plan M, since A through L failed repeatedly.

I’m living second by second, hour by hour, day by day with three dollars and forty-five cents in my pocket.