Homeless

Chapter 3

She walks away through the water, to wherever she's headed. Everything about her speaks the word free. She seems free, unoccupied, by herself. But that smile, it was so relatable. I felt like through that-fake smile, I could see her thoughts. I yawn, wow what an eventful morning, all I wanted were some blankets for next winter. Whatever I guess I will sleep...

[later]

I blink, I sense something. I open my eyes and I see that girl looking at me, the girl from this morning "Hello?" She jumps back embarrassed, I want to laugh. She stumbles back and I remember the thing. I hand the bandaids to her and point to her toe. It seems she forgot she was injured, but I point to the scar on her toe from the glass. "for your toe." "You noticed?!–Wait why were you looking at my feet?" I, well I didn't want to look you in the eye, so I just looked down and noticed..... But for some reason I don't tell her that I just yell "I DIDN'T" Shoot! Why did I– "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." She looks back and forth between the bandaid and me, then smiles. Genuinely. She is actually happy, this time. "You should smile more like that" I tell her, mentioning that I noticed her fake smile earlier. We continue to converse until she suddenly asks what my name is. I know people in the cities are eager to know others, but she isn't even from the city–I assume, but I just tell her, it's not like i'm telling her That personal of information. "Sebastian, you?" "Kristine, I guess we're both the same age." I suddenly regret telling her my name, maybe she's some hacker that can find everything out about me just by knowing the simplest of information. I kind of shield my body by crossing my arms on my upper body as if they're protecting anything. "How do you know that"? I ask, genially curious. She tells me about the trend we had when both of us were born related to first names. This information seems, correct, and professional. Making me a little more comfortable around her. When she says goodbye my mind goes blank. The minute she turns around and says "Sebastian, thanks for making me smile" My mind fills up with the most gorgeous colors. Red. Blue, Green, sparkles fill the empty void in my mind turning it into a beautiful enchanted forest filled with the most beautiful thoughts. I haven't felt this in forever. I smile as well, for the first time since before the accident. It's been hours since our paths crossed, and she's already filled my mind with the most beautiful images. "Me too, Kristine. Me too." I say smiling so wide it almost hurts. When she leaves, the colors slowly fade leaving a little dot of color: a memory of the interaction. One light to guide me through darkest times; until we meet again. When that will happen, the light will transform into a kaleidoscope of light.

I wake up again and I see the sunrise, I must have slept all day and all night. I immediately notice how hungry I am. I look at my stolen backpack, I see a package of beef jerkey, and I see some some packaged food; also stolen. I chew on some of the packaged food, which fills me up enough that I can go somewhere. I go up high into the cliffs. I take out my sketchpad. I start drawing the event. When I was living with parents years ago, they would always tell me it was impressive how I could turn whole events, some lasting more than a couple days, into one painting. I start. My art supplies are one of the few items I haven't stolen. I prefer it to be that way. They honestly mean the world to me. Its my main hobby. Other than stealing, and talking to my brother, trying to get him to come home, I just sit on the highest cliff and just draw and paint.

[2 week later]

It's been 2 weeks since that incident, I think. My life has been pretty normal, I keep stealing, not getting caught like usual. There's been one thing I've been curious about. I have never seen Kristine since. I never saw her before, but now it's as if I am looking for her. If I hear something I check to see if it's her. We've met for a day, but the way she was; the way she acted around me. Like I mattered, sounds cliche but it's something precious. It was like there wasn't that many people left in the world like her. Telonian's are so proud of our country. They talk as if it's some paradise. Everybody is happy, everybody's perfect. If that's true, then I am not included in "everybody." I never was, but the more I think about, nobody includes me in those pronouns. I'm never in "we" or "us" or "everyone." I've always been a "He" or a "Him" sometimes even a "that". Do those songs ever think about people like me? I doubt it. The world sounds like a wonderful place. It really does. We have medicine to cure so many diseases, there are so many opportunities for some, and anyone if they work hard enough can change their life. Can I change my life? My parents told me about the United States. "You can be anything you want to be there!" They told me. Anything I want? Do people know what they want in life just by a simple decision they made? Do people desire a certain life path for the wealth, money, and social status? Do people chose their life because of others? Does this also happen in the United States? I have only been once. Most people in Telonia love the states. The United States saved Telonia from going bankrupted–yes. The entire country going bankrupted.–Maybe not the rich people. I lay on the cliff with my art supplies next to me. I spot a tent on the cliff below mine to the right. "That might be–" I make my way down to the tent after cleaning up the art supplies. The tent is situated next to 3 logs and an unlit campfire. There is a shelf made out of wood with cup noodles, strawberries, and other herbs from around the Duarta area. I look inside the tent flap, she's sleeping peacefully. Her hair is down though, unlike before where it was up in a braid. The hair is in front of her facea little bit and it's kind of botehering me. I want to push the hair to one side. I do and I see her eyes wake up. She smiles-for some reason it is a real smile, even in a time like this. She says "I'm not getting mad, because I practically did this to you a while back. I laugh and rub the back of my neck. She gets up and dusts herself off. "Its been a while." I say as we both exit the tent. She nods and motions for me to sit down. "If. I had it, I would offer you something to drink, but the only thing I can get is water, but I'd have to go down to the spring to get it.." "It's alright, I don't mind." "So....." She says awkwardly... "How did you become homeless, if you want to tell..." "It's not like you can do anything whether you know or whether you don't know what happen, so sure why not. When I was born..."

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