The Blind Wallflower

V - "The Man From Nowhere"

Days are passing by,

Oh how strange they are.

The lonely man has nowhere to go,

Nor a place to call home.

Never stays for the night,

Says he got demons he had to fight.

He's a wondering soul among the stars.

But couldn't shine like them,

He got too many scars.

Days are still passing by,

Oh he lived, and he died.

Without a place to call his.

Without a place to call, 'mine'.

I have some bad days where I hate going out of bed. Like, what for? I honestly have no greater purpose to achieve that worth getting up for. Okay. So maybe one of the reasons that gave me that foul mood is the events of last night, I just can't take any of this anymore. It's not like I can't defend myself, because I surely can! I'm just tired that's all. Tired from having to deal with mother, tired of being harassed by my mother's husbands, and most of all I'm tired of being so alone. Sometimes your burdens get more bearable when you know that someone's is there to help you if you miss up, or that you've that special someone who's going to pat your shoulder and tells you 'you did well'. On days like this, I wish I could have that someone.

I heard the knocking on my bedroom's door getting louder, so I gave in"I'm awake" it was loud enough for Helen to hear. The door was opened and the first thing I heard from Helen was her sighing.

"You know Irene; you can just say the word and I'll deal with that Carter myself" she kindly offered.

"Why would I do that when I can simply put him in jail?"

"Because people like him, no, I mean animals like him don't deserve to be treated by the law, they only get to be treated savagely as the animals they are, and for heaven sake you're only nineteen! How did he have the nerve to harass you?" her voice held anger and venom.

"That is a mystery to me" my sarcasm made her sigh again, "I mean I never thought he could pull a stunt like that, at least not when my mother and her guest where right in the floor beneath us. He seemed like an obedient puppet. Guess the puppet was a chucky after all..."  I trailed off trying to shake his sick voice out of my head.

I felt the pillow I was covering my face with being pulled out of my arms and two arms too strong for a girl in her twenties pushing me out of bed. "You have to get up dear, you're already late and hiding away from your problems won't solve them" she huffed when I was still holding my bed sheets for dear life.

"Irene I honestly think I can't take one more call from your mother. She has been showering me with phone calls since five in the morning, can you believe it! five.in.the.morning! So you better call her back to give her more details about last night events" she pulled me again "I'd say it doesn't take a genius to conclude what happened, but then again we are talking about Mrs. Carter here" with one final pull I stumbled on the floor trying to find my balance, but Helen rushed to grab my shoulders to steady me.

"Thank-" she cut me short by pushing me towards the bathroom.

"Take a warm shower quickly, breakfast is already made, oh and Mr. Samuel is expecting you at his office by ten" she closed the door behind me and shouted that a new set of clothes are on my bed.