Cold | Lashton.

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Luke's POV

It's raining in London, although that's not unusual, and I'm sitting in the doorway of a shop, which is also not unusual. It's not hard to fit all my things in the doorway since I don't have much, but fitting myself in on the other hand is kind of difficult. I'm 6'4 and my fucking spider legs make it difficult to fit anywhere. Oh, the joys of being tall.

I can never just stay in one place. It's always a day or two, and if I'm lucky a week, before I have to move. Whether it's someone telling me to move, my spot being stolen, or the conditions aren't great, there's always something that forces me to leave. Of course it's annoying, but at least I get to explore London more. It's an interesting place. Although on the other hand, I've moved around so much I'm not sure there's much left to explore.

Hundreds of people walk past me every day, and every time I recognise more and more of them. They recognise me too, but the bastards don't give a shit. They don't care about anyone but themselves. They see homeless people on the street and think they're tramps. They want nothing to do with them. If that's the way they are then I don't want anything to do with them. If they judge someone by one look and automatically give them a label, I couldn't give a fuck. They can suck my dick.

I wonder if my life will ever change. I wonder if I'll ever have a house, if I'll have money, if I'll even have clean clothes. It's just normal life for most people, but it seems a long way off for me. Hell, I can hardly even afford a burger.

I've tried to get a job, but it just doesn't work. I'm either deemed unemployable, or if I do get it I'm shit at it. I've been turned down at so many job interviews because they thought I wasn't suitable. They said, 'I'm sorry sir, but I just don't think you're right for this job. You're not what we're looking for, but don't worry. I'm sure there's something out there for you'. What a load of bullshit. They just don't want a homeless person working in their 'high class establishments'. Pricks. It shouldn't matter that I'm homeless. I need money like everyone else, I need food like everyone else, I need to stay alive. I'm human, just like the rest of the world. The only difference is that unlike half of the snobs that walk round with their heads held high, I live on the streets. It's not uncommon, thousands of people don't have houses, and yet people still have the ignorance to say 'you're unemployable'.

Whatever.

I don't need them. I don't need anybody.

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The chapters are going to be short-ish but I hope you'll like the story c:

-Nic