the old man was gone and he left me with an guitar that i have no idea how to play.
i didn't knew what to do at first so i just kept it with me, hopefully the old man comes back.
i stayed at the park for the night, it was cold.
i was starting to regret why I ran out, i should have been more mature.
so, tears would come out every night, i was crying not because i was mad of myself.
i was crying because no one at home bother to find me at all.
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the next few days i continued waited for the old man, waited for my mother, waited for someone who would at least pity me a little and give some food.
i'm living like a beggar now i guess.
but no, no one pitied me.
instead they just gave me a disgusted look. wow, how generous.
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days and days after, i have no idea how i survived the days, but i started to felt my stomach hurt, and my head.
am i going to die? my vision my starting to blur out, after days without eating and drinking, maybe these are all the effects huh?
i managed to go to the market nearby, the only thought i had right now was clear.
if i don't do this, i can't survive.
i needed to steal something.
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so before you wanna bash mina for stealing, please remember what she was facing through and how was her feeling.
if her situation was fine, she wouldn't have to steal. well, if she even get the chance to steal ;)and i'm not dumb, i know stealing is wrong :)
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the girl and her guitar | jimina
Short Story· haters please leave · slow updates · lower case intended · hr : #569 in short story "it's always your music that made me adored you." I smiled at her for the very last time. "I'll keep playing it, please don't go!" she cried, sadly her cries could...