Three days after the accident the man who owned the building came knocking on my door.
I knew he was going to visit me soon and probably kick me out, i didn't pay for a long time now, i have no money left.
I was scared to opened the door but i did. As soon as the door was open enough he began yelling into my face. I backed up a bit and he just got even louder. I tried saying something through his yelling
"Sir I'm sorry I am totally broke I don't have any money"I said carefully. I feld his spit hit my face as he started yelling again "YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO GET YOUR SHIT AND LEAVE" then violently grabbed the doorknob and slammed my own door in my own face.
5 minutes
He gave my 5 minutes to leave the place which I called my home for 5 years now
I turned around and looked at my apartment in disbelief
Then I started packing the most important thing, i never owned much so I didn't leave anything that meaned anything to me
But
I was homeless now
Exactly 5 minutes later he knocked agessively, I opened with my bags already in my hand. He said nothing just nodding in the elevators direction
I walked outside, the sun was already setting. The owner OBVIOUSLY didn't care that I was homeless now
I signed
"Well hello streets...be nice to me"
I walked around a while thinking about everything that had happen to me and what was maybe going to happen next.
When it got really dark i just walked into a small alley and dropped my bags
I layed down using the bags as pillows and my jacket as blanket
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I woke up in the middle of the night.
The yelling of maybe 3 man woke me up. I started to panic
I know this part of Harlem was known for drug dealing and Prostitution and all kind of illegal things but usually nobody bothered me when i was outside
I jumped when i heard gunshots
I got up and walked as quiet as i could even further into the valley
"Shit, first night being homeless and already in danger" i wispered to myself
I dropped the bags again and sat down looking around to check my surroundings
Suddenly two man came running into the valley running towards me
I curled up in the fetal position holding my hands visibly up but not really high
The two man came nearer
My eyes started to tear up
Are they going to jump me or even kill me?
But I noticed they didn't slow down when they came near me
They just looked at me laughing and still running
"Wassup ma'?"
I looked at him with fear.
His eyes were beautiful just like his smile, he had french braids under his durag. It was like he ran in slow motion.
The other man had dreads but I couldn't see anything else it was to dark but he was laughing too.
They ran right past me.
I could hear them laughing and joking around even tho they turned into another valley. I was still in the fetal position with my hands up, i didn't dare to move
When I couldn't hear them laughing anymore i kind of relaxed again but still in shook. My tears started falling
I layed back down and closed my eyes trying to calm down. "I'm not made for this shit" I said quietly to myself still with tears in my eyes.
I cried myself to sleep.
Wassup bitches hope y'all like it
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