Hatred

Hatred... Hatred was all I felt the day I lost it all. Hatred towards myself, Hatred towards others, Hatred towards the world and situation I had found myself in. My life wasn't always so bad or horrible. In fact I always thought I had it easier than most. Sure it sucked sometimes and I did sometimes have to lower my self respect in order to get food... I dumpster dived for food sometimes. But it wasn't always horrible. I still did my best to find the silver lining in everything I came across. But things that day were different. I was struggling really badly. Like nothing I was doing for those around me was ever good enough. They nitpicked at every little thing I did wrong. The dishes weren't done the way they wanted them done. Dinner wasn't seasoned right. I wasn't being productive enough for their liking. I didn't follow their instructions correctly. Or even the fact that I backsassed them far too much when all they wanted out of me was a "Yes Ma'am" or a "Right away Ma'am". But that wasn't me. Being perfectly obedient while still maintaining my humanity and not making myself a slave wasn't easy. It wasn't who I was. But everything changed one night. I had gotten into a big blow out argument with my roommates. They hauled off with the line of "It's my House and if you don't like it then Leave!" so that's exactly what I did. I left what major amount of money I had left, Behind in an Envelope addressed to them with a goodbye letter. I packed my clothes and journal in my backpack and I left. I just started walking. My phone fully charged and music blaring in my ears. If I really wasn't good enough then there was no reason for them to chase me down or come looking for me. Regardless of their self acclaimed love. Right? I walked for what felt like hours. Only stopping to charge my phone at small outside outlets in the darkness of back alleys and other dark spots where an Outside outlet worked. I was in one of these alleys when I met ... Him ...