nothing but trouble

the beginning

another kill another bill, that's what I've always said, today is just like any other, me sitting on the same old wooden bench at the same old stinky park with the same old drugged out people walking past me, everyone in this city is either a drug addict or some type of criminal, looking around me all a normal person would see is pairs of people talking to each other, but in reality its just druggies making deals with there dealers, i sigh and stretch out before standing up, i don't have any place to stay and my family disowned me when i was thirteen so i just kind of sleep wherever, as i start walking down the dirt path that leads to the park entrance a random though popped into my head, 'what have you done with your life?', distracted by the thought i didn't notice the group of people entering even if they were all chatting up a storm with each other, most of them noticed me and just walked around me, but one girl was on her phone using tumblr and bumped into me knocking us both on our asses, "hey what the h-" i was about to shout at the girl who bumped into me before i noticed how hot she was. i mean there are girls who are hot but this girl was hot, she was wearing black jeans with a white and black shirt that says 'daddy's little monster' across the chest  "i-I'm sorry i d-didn't mean to!" she whimpered out, her whining and whimpering matched that of a little puppy that's getting in trouble for pissing on the floor, but as soon as she opened her mouth my heart sank down to my stomach, why did i feel sorry for this girl? she's probably a druggy or some criminal like the rest of this filthy city, this guilt and sadness i felt instantly started gnawing at my bones, i closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "forget about it.." i said while standing up dusting off my torn dirty clothes, a few of her friends had stopped and were just watching the whole thing go down and whispering little comments to each other, i held my hand out to her to help her up and she looked up at me terrified for a moment before slowly taking my hand, i wasn't sure if she actually needed help up or if she took my hand out of fear, once i helped her up she started dusting herself off, "t-thank you.." she quietly said before rushing off to her friends, why did i feel bad for this girl? why does she seem different from the rest? whatever..i have a deal to do,