the adventures of Wilson wonder💤

Wilson Wonder

*Wilson*
So, hi there I'm Wilson Wonder, if you're wondering, I live on the streets of liverpool on my own with nothing to live off. I have my notebook, my pen, and my blanket basically nothing I know... i have been on the streets for 3 months but I find life very hard. Imagine this, your a 17 year old boy who lives on the streets on liverpool on your own. Yea that's my life basically. No-one to care for me, no-one loves me. I bet you none of my parents Care for me, they never did anyway. My dad used to torture me. And my mum, oh I never seen my mum, she died in childbirth, while giving birth to my twin brother.
So you want to know how I ended up on the streets. Huh? Well I'll tell you. So when my mum died in childbirth, I was handed over to my dad to live with him. I was raised in a small house with me, my dad and my twin brother. When me and my brother turned 6, my dad started to get really stressed and became really high tempered and started to hurt me and my brother. He started to smoke a lot of cigarettes a day, he started to drink a lot of alcohol to the point where there was glass bottles all over the house where he had left them because he was far to lazy to move them after he had finished drinking out of it, he made me and my brother do everything around the house, we had to clean everything, we had to clean up after our dad, we had to do the shopping every week, we had to travel on the tram to go and see our nana at her house because she was really Ill. While me and my brother where doing all of my dads chores, he was either sat on the armchair at home drink a bottle of alcohol and screaming at the football on the TV or asleep upstairs because he had drank that much he'd given himself a hangover. While me and my brother where doing the cleaning, my dad would hobble into the kitchen holding an alcohol bottle in his hand and start shouting us and hitting us and we would both just start crying because we hated our dad for this but we had to put up with him because we had no-one else to look after us, because our mum wasnt here and our nana was really ill.
Soon after, my dad passed away from lung cancer and my brother ran away to his friends house to live and left me alone to look after myself and the house. I had some money to pay for maybe another month in the house because my dad never had much so he never left much for me and my brother to split between us. I started to feel pretty lonely now that my dad had gone and my brother had ran away. I didnt have much more to live on now that my house was going to be taken off me soon because I didnt have enough money to keep it.
Weeks later my house was gone and all I had left was my notebook, my pen, my blanket and the streets. Life was beginning to get hard for me, now that I've lost everything and everyone...
I was wondering and wondering for a doorway that's nobody was sat in, there wasnt many in the streets of liverpool but after searching and searching I finally found one. Its was only small but I'm not gonna complain because anything will be helpful to sleep in even If i didnt find a doorway, I would be grateful for a bench or a alley. I'm not one for being ungrateful . I'm happy with anything. Especially now that I have nothing.
Liverpool is quite chilly now because it's in the middle of autumn so its cold and the wind is bitter. Before my home got taken away from me, I grabbed a warm jacket and warm clothes and started life on the street. I'm pretty warm in my jacket and warm clothes, I'm currently sat on my new doorway that I found, trying to stay warm before the wind hits me again. I had my feet wrapped tightly in my blanket and my arms wrapped in my jacket. My fingers where starting to get cold, and my nose and ears where going red. I didnt really have to worry about my doorway getting taken when I was up walking during the day, because I was hidden away in an alley way with nothing here, I walked quite away from my home and walked down multiple alleys and found a small alley where I'm currently staying, its cosy here, there's nothing here, and all the shops are closed down so I have about 3 doorways to choose from, but there's no-one here and I'm on my own (again) but this time I dont mind, I kinda like it, I'm used to it now, and I think I'm gonna cope better on my own because I dont want nobody sleeping in my doorway or stealing any of my belonings (not that I have any anyways.)
I'm starting to get used to the cold and bitter winds now. It's been a few days and I'm not struggling much yet. On mornings I sit at the end of my alley way looking out onto the cold damp streets and sit with my plastic cup that I found and I sit for a few hours asking people for a bit of spare change that's they could maybe spare to me. Most people ignore me because of the way I look and because I'm sat on the streets. But sometimes you get nice people who walk past and give you any spare change they have. You see I like them kind of people because when people just walk past you and just completely ignore you, I personally think that's a bit rude, because you are sat on the streets and you need help or money and they just act like you aren't even there. But then you get the nice people who are rushing around trying to get on with their busy lives, who stop and give you a bit of their time to help you or give you a bit of spare change. One time I had someone bring me a nice warm hot chocolate from the local Gregs and I couldn't honestly thank them enough. I was so grateful, thankful but also happy at the same time, I've never met a nicer person.