Life is Hard

◇ Jan 1st ◇

Hi. I'm Harper Windon and I'm an eighteen-year-old girl who was kicked out of my house because I'm legally an adult. I'm not ready but my parents don't see that, I don't think that they ever will until I'm dead. I only have this journal and a pen to write with as well as the clothes on my body, this is it. Without a good paying job, I'll surely die out here and I live in an apartment where there is no heat.

"You, girl," a man says as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him, "come where it's warm."

I pull from him, "I'm not falling for your trap, freak," I yell even though I know that no one would help me be safe from these freaks. I slam my palm into the guy's chest which causes him to stumble backward then I run to my apartment. Once I'm inside my apartment, I lock the door, run to my bedroom, lock the bedroom door, go in the walk-in closet after I lock the bathroom door. I stay in here, sobbing for an hour, hugging my legs to my chest.

I come out when I hear knocking on my window, "oi, Harper, are you alright," Joshua says with his thick British accent. I nod and wipe the tears from my eyes, "it was Vince again?"

The look on my face gave him the answer to the question that he just asked, "Darling, what were you doing out there? You know Joshua and I will get what you need or we go with you," Joslin says with the same accent as her twin brother.

"Everyone wants me because of my green eyes," I say softly with tears threatening to surface. "I'm going to bed, it's late," I say goodnight to my best friends and watch them go to their apartment which is above mine. I lock the window and the door then go to my bedroom and lock that door too before crawling into bed.