3: Alone

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Tobias POV:

The damp stone presses into my side as I lay still in the ally. It's not an ally as depicted in movies. I mean, sure I have my head three feet away from a dumpster and sure there's probably a cat under there waiting until I sleep to run away. But hey, it's two walls and I suppose that's better than nothing. The residual rain from last night drips from the gutter above me, pooling into a dirty puddle of water near my feet.

Two months ago I ran away from home. My father had come home drunk and beat me senseless. I'd had enough. I ran. Two months I've been sneaking from place to place in fear of being caught. Two months I've been starving out on the streets, only managing to snag the odd meal every so often. I would never go to a shelter, in fear of my fathers weakly visits. I couldn't beg, I don't have the strength in me anymore to stand there all day. Besides, no one is going to take pity on a teenager, assuming that they were kicked out of their house for a good reason.

The day I left, I dashed away from the house and found myself in a park. I had only spent the night, knowing that I was far to close to home for comfort. From there I made my way to a park farther away and from there to a secluded spot near a school. I've been here in this ally for far longer than anywhere else, losing the will to leave.

Suddenly, sharp stabbing pains attack my abdomen, leaving me curled in a ball in my side. Groans involuntarily escape my mouth, drawn by the sudden stabbing pain. I'm pretty sure I saw the thin tabby cat dash from under the dumpster as my eyes clouded over. I didn't realize that a few tears slipped through my eyes until one dropped into my hand, leaving a cold sensation.

Sleep wouldn't claim me not matter how hard I tried. My eyes would close only to be snapped open again by another round of agony, keeping me from sleep. The streetlights flickered on over the sidewalk, shimmering off of the pavement. Night had fallen and I just lay here, cult ing my midsection and waiting. What for in not sure. But I'm still just waiting.

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