The Town

Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

" FUCK YOU , YOU WANNA SEE IF SHE'll COME BACK? LETS FUCKIN SEE IF SHE WILL COME BACK."

I began smashing all of his things with this hammer . to his furniture, to his appliances , to the wall , to fucking up his clothes , to punching the wall , pushing him , to just falling in the middle of the floor crying . Why doesn't he love me ? Why can't I be normal ? I feel like such a fucking moron . It's all his fault .. I grab the glock from out my waist band , cock it and put it to my head.

Count of 3

One

Two

..

Three

"GOD , ABEL !"

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November 13, 2012

It's so cold out here at night . I'm use to it tho .. I go back behind the checkers and throw my bag behind the dumpster & continue to lay down on top of it . The blanket I stole from wal mart has developed such a stench but I have nothing else . Laying down facing the brick wall of this checkers hearing the mice squeak sent shivers against my spine . I hate rodents dear god I don't want them touching me . I hurry up and grab my things and scurry to the middle of no where, feeling like I walked for miles until I come across this empty warehouse . I walked in and slid open the creaky door and immediately became a little frightened . There was nothing but balloons every where and it smelled of alcohol and sex . It was a couch in the corner of the room I shuffle over to the corner kicking the balloons out of my way and start to lay down . I've never felt comfort like this before, better than behind the dumpster that's for sure . I drift off to sleep dreaming about what it would be like to have someone that loves you unconditionally, what would it be like to go to a home when you're tired , what it would be like to be normal . I'm Dre a 19 year old homeless schizophrenic druggie who hears voice in her head and who's currently sleeping in a fucking warehouse filled with balloons that have ' xo ' written on them . Bet some fucking asshole rented this shit hole out so he could fuck his girlfriend in a different environment . Smh, it's not even valentines day .

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November 14, 2012

" yo get up ." I hear a voice call . I began crying in my sleep because the voice is my mothers . But soons turns into a mans voice . I shoot out from my unconscious state to see a short man of a Spanish decent towering over me . I'm not that tall and only about 4'7 so this nigga is huge to me .

" what are you doing here ?" The dude says .

"Trying to sleep without being harassed by people like you." I say rubbing my eyes . I quickly gather up my things and rush out the huge warehouse sliding the creaky sliding door to the side pushing past a few other guys . One with tattoos and a septum piercing and the other with this hair that reminds me of basquiat , just short.

" hey come back you don't have to leave !" Ignoring whoever was speaking to me . I keep walking till I got tired and decide to find a shelter . With no luck I sit on a bench in the park and began zipping up my jacket . Only thing I hate about Ontario was the weather when it was fall . Shit was unbearably cold . Sometimes I think I'm gonna die out here and nobody will find me . Snapped out of my thoughts by a black rolls Royce pulling up in front of me , I quickly get up & walk down the street . Last thing I need is to be kidnapped...