Addicted.

Addicted- Chapter ten

-         “There are two kinds of people in the world: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.” 

Chapter ten- Past (Part II) 

In 1994, an eight year old woke up as the sun rose from the horizon, in Sacred Heart Orphanage, located inCheshunt, nearCentral London,England. He got up as silently as he could from his small bed, and amidst the heavy breathing of the other children, he snuck out from the window.

And he ran.

He didn’t have any clothes. Nor did he have any plans about where he was going to go. He hadn’t made a very nice plan, he had just acted on impulse and now he knew just one thing. He was not going back.

He continued on his journey, on the way he collected some water from the lake in a small container he stole from a roadside shop. He felt happy, no it was too small a word, he felt joy, a joy he hadn’t felt ever. He realized the freedom he had just gotten, and it made him excited.

He was out in the world. Out by himself, and he was going to take it by a storm. He grinned as the dry leaves fell on him and he shrugged it off. It was the typical autumn October of England, but for this eight year old it was totally new. He was going to start a new era of his life.

He had always been different, daring and smart. A very lethal combination. The caretakers of the orphanage knew that the boy was destined for something big, and most of the time they feared that he would go on the wrong track, that’s why they took extra care of him.

But, he tricked them all; shown them he was far more mature and intelligent for his age. At the tender age of eight he did something no one would dare, sure he didn’t have the plan yet. But, on his journey through the English countryside he had big plans going on his mind. Plans that would have scared an older man out of his wits.

As the night spread it wings, and the temperature dropped few degrees, the boy grew slower as hunger and tiredness slowly took over him.

He had reached the lights of the town, but was still in the outskirts. He didn’t know what place this was, but it was bigger thanCheshuntand brighter too. He felt hope.

The boy decided not to venture into the town without any plans, money and in this state of hunger. He decided to spend the night in the outskirts.

Searching around a bit, he found one of the farmers land had small Tool shed, full of machines. It was open.

As he went over to the tools shed he grabbed some fruits from the orchid, and filled his water jar from the irrigation tap.

After finishing up the fruits and keeping some for later, the boy made himself comfortable on the stack of hays, and he fell into a deep slumber has soon as his head hit the hays.

At the crack of dawn, the boy heard some footfalls on the dry leaves that covered the field. The boy was on his feet within seconds, a plan formulating in his brain in his drowsy state.

He grabbed the jar and put the leftover fruits in them. As the footfalls started growing nearer, he took a deep breath, stretched himself and then stepped outside the small Tool shed slowly. He immediately caught the eye of an old, bellied bald farmer, in a t-shirt too tight for him and shorts too sort for him.

The boy made a dash across the field as fast as he could manage. Within ten minutes, he was out of the farm and back on the road.

But he didn’t stop running until he was well inside the town which was filled with people at six in the morning. The little boy gazed around in sheer awe; he gulped in excitement and then realized his throat was parched.