Railroad

Prologue:

I walk down the street, the cold July wind licking away at my pale skin. Memories replaying in my head, tears brimming my eyes, blurring my sight.

My feet pound against the side walk, my eyes scanning the doorways for a safe place to sleep for the night. My backpack the only thing holding what I own. The cold, I learnt to block out a long time ago because it won't fade away forever it will always come back just like the dull pain in my heart.

I lay down with my backpack under my back, my head leaning against the cool brick wall, my legs bent up as they press against the other brick wall.

"Goodnight Sophia.."

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I wake to the bright light of the first glimpse of the rising sun. The beauty glowing over the silent streets, the light laying over the tall buildings line the streets of the quiet city.

Standing up straight, stretching my muscles and yawning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My eyes look down the street but no one is out here. I start walking the couple of blocks to the homeless shelter that feeds us in my morning and gives us some where to chill for a couple of hours.

My gang meet me just down at the end of the street,cigarettes hanging from their mouth and their glassy eyes telling me they have already smoked some green stuff this morning.

"Hey Scar," Corey says, his deep voice slightly slurred.

"Hey guys," I say, sleep taking over my body affecting my voice.

"Well, someone's tired," Ash chuckles at me, throwing my arm around her shoulder we walk along the cold paved footpath.

The sound of music playing from Corey's phone echoes through out the dead silent streets. Our feet move, just metres away I can see the doors open ready for the meals to be served. This was our way of eating, most of our gang has homes to go to at night. Most of them have families who love them, us three have a different life to them, one a lot harder then most of our age.

"Yo brainiac, stop day dream and let's go eat!" Corey say, punching my arm playfully.

Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me inside the shelter that has become our life line. I walk through into the kitchen, grabbing a plate and standing in line to have our food placed on our plates in hand. Her smile the same as every day. Fake.

"Nice to see you again Elizabeth," I greet the older lady, smiling and receiving extra food in return.

"Thanks," I say, appreciating her generosity.

I walk from the kitchen to the main room, a beautiful girl stands greeting everyone to walk into the room and handing out bottles of water. Her wavy blonde hair held back in a messy bun, showing off her warm chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey, I'm Kiah.."