Cold as Ice

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            I ran as fast as I could, quickly avoiding the people on the side walk as best to my ability. They were right at my heels. I swear I could hear the thunder of their footsteps and yells.

“ Jessie! ” 

“ You just wait and see Jessie! Till we get our hands on you! “ 

“Your dead meat! “

            There were at least five of them coming after me. I have to find a way to escape.

            The people on the side walk were giving me a weird looks as I ran past them, but I just ran as fast as my feet could take me. Quickly I took a sharp right entering a narrow and dark alley.

         Once I reached its borders it engulfed me in darkness. Pulling my head over my head I hid behind a large dumpster.

            I hope to god they don’t see me. Please don’t let them see me. Please oh god! Please.

          In matter of seconds I saw them pass by the entrance of the alleyway still screaming my name.

“ Jessie! You bitch! Where are you? “.

Then they were gone. Finally I could breath, I exhaled loudly and leaned against the wall, safe again for another day.

            Good thing my hood is always black, even all of my clothes just in case situations like this occurred. I really don’t want to live like this, but what choice did I have, I have to survive somehow.

          I’m in foster care but they don’t give a shit about me at all. They just use me to collect money every month from the government to take care of me, but not once have they ever spent it on me.

Bunch of asrsholes.

            Now I’m stuck trying to survive on the streets of Detroit, known to be one of the most dangerous cities to live in.

            Leaning against the wall, relaxing myself for at least five minutes I take out the cash from my pocket and start to count. I have at least around five hundred dollars with me,

I can finally get a warm meal before I head back to hell or maybe I could hang out at the library for a while where its warm.

            Standing up I start to pull the jacket closer around my small frame and fix my hoodie making sure my face is covered so no one would recognize me. If anyone were to recognize me they would tell my foster parents or some people that are looking for me, and I would be in great trouble.

Quickly I walked out into the cold afternoon street looking side to side making sure no one is following me.

            The diner was closer than I thought. Fred’s diner was where I always ate dinner when I got enough cash. I really don’t know who Fred is the owner of the diner , I don’t think he is alive anymore I’m not really sure.

           One waitress was always nice to me when I came to eat her name was Mrs. Kaitlyn. She would always give me a slice of pie on the house, I think she felt bad for me or maybe she just really feels bad for me. It doesn’t matter at least I get to eat a warm meal. Sometimes she would even give me left overs and telling me to keep safe.

            I appreciate her help and her being caring but sometimes I wish she just wouldn’t treat me that way, it makes me pity myself more. Even though I’m still thankful that someone cares about me at least a little bit.

            Walking inside I took my regular seat at a booth all the way at the back. I could smell her perfume as she walked closer to where I was.

“ Hey doll. How are you tonight? “ her smile greeted me warmly.

“ I’m okay. Same as always. “ I smiled.

“ Well what would it be tonight? “ She asked warmly.

“ Uhm. Can I get the usual but maybe a little more? “ I said happily.

“ Ok. You sure you have enough doll? “

“ Yeah. I have enough. “ I smiled embarrassed.

            She just smiled and walked towards the kitchen. Somehow I think she knows how I make my money. I’m happy she doesn’t judge me.

            I do what I have to do to eat at least once a day, to get clothes warm enough at a second hand store or charity and to save whatever I have left. Tonight I hit a jackpot coming out with almost five hundred dollars. It wasn’t easy but I made it out. But I would never be able to go back there again or else I will probably die.

            Mrs. Kaitlyn came out of the kitchen with two hot plates in each hand. I felt like I was drooling as I watched her carry the food. Finally after one week of only hard stale bread from a bakery I can now eat a warm large meal enough to send me to heaven. It smelled amazingly scrumptious, as she placed the plates in front me it looked mouth watering.

            Burger steak with gravy, large plating of mash potato, two biscuits, and with large serving of corn. The other plate had two slices of pie, a side dish of salad and six dinner rolls looking soft and steaming. Wow all I can say is wow.

            Looking up at Mrs. Kaitlyn I smiled, then she just smiled warmly at me.

“ If you can’t finish it doll, don’t worry you can take it home with you and I will add some more before you leave so you will have enough until tomorrow ok? “

Then she walked back to the counter to get a large glass of coke and placed it on my table. I looked up at her, I feel like I’m about to cry.

“ Thank you so much. Really. Thank you! “

            She just smiled, then walked back to the counter to the other customers. Licking my lips I start to dig in to the mountain of food in front of me.