When The Sun Goes Down

Sunrise

Roses.

The neutral inviting smell of soft freshly cut roses fills my lungs, as the sun begins to rise.

I smile from the calm start of my day.
But then I remember the sick, wicked and corrupt nightmare of my reality.

I slowly begin to clear the tired fog out of my head. Blinking my eyes and stretching the minimally used muscles of my face.

I move off of my makeshift bed of a few wool blankets and some old cloths for support.

As I stand up I feel my bones aching. I'm fairly active but I have no muscles. I look like a skeleton.

I grab my usual tattered way oversized hand me down shirt and my holed down to my calf jeans.

I hate my life.

Shit.

I missed the bus again.

I begin my 10 mile walk to my school.