Changing in a Different Way (Slow Updates)

Chapter 7

I screamed. I kicked and punched and spat.

Eventually, it stopped. My eye were clustered with the tears, and my face was stiffened with tear streaks.

They hadn't took anything, but a lot of my stuff was sprawled out across the floor. I thanked God they hadn't took my backpack.

I scrambled out, desperately clinging my collections, and dragging my bags around. I had retrieved my clothes. They ran away before they could reach my school bag.

I took myself to a bench in the busy part of the town. I packed my stuff in so it was a compact sphere of textiles. Picking it up and adjusting the strap, so the bag is hanging above my waist, I walked.

I'm not going to get any rest tonight.

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I was just walking. It was raining, two days after the attempted mug. I knew I'd have to shelter, or I would become very dangerously ill. The weaker I am, the more vulnerable and targeted I shall be.

I noticed a gate. I headed towards it unaware of what lay in front of my eye. The area was dimly lit. Despite the slither of dim light, I made out a small circle in the mesh. There was also a worn hole, were thousands of trouble-looking feet had stomped through.

Bitch, this hole must've been made in the 1200's.

Instantly, I knew there was trouble here. I panicked, memories of kind Rose's face distressed, troubled, upset flew and swirled around my head. The screams that made people stare and alarmed, the screams that I guess saved my few possessions.

These noises, feelings, emotion, visions, swirled, rushed around my head. Screams filled my ears, shrilling, the sound eventually changing because it had been torturing me too much. The emotions and images pumped around my body, mixed with my blood. I felt get injected into my bones, swimming its way down into the marrow. In places I didn't even know I had.

A heavy, fridged ball hit me with painful force, right on my cheek. It was like a hard slap in the face. I looked up at the sky, which was one huge mistake.

About five ice droplets, twice the size of the one that had melted me back into reality, slammed into all different features of my face.

I gasped, feeling even more pressure and panic, knowing I should've kept awake, no time to daydream when your homeless.

You have to be on Earth. You have to mark territory. You have to prove you own that space . Being on the streets is not like its explained in books and stories.

The hole was sticky and gloopy with mud. I scrambled over, my feet and ankles crusted with mud. This park was nothing like Adams Paradise.

It was decorated selfishly with litter. The reek coming out of some places and bushes was displeasing, to say the least. I walked past a bush were very, dramatic, overly loud moans droaned out. I walked over and pulled the branches open.

Other bad mistake.

Two naked bodies rolled out and did undescrible positions and movements on the soggy grass. Ew.

I carried on walking, passing the odd leg sticking out a bush, perverts, peidos, until I was deep into the soul and heart of the park. Surely a part were no whores would bother walking too, not without resisting their urge and lust.

The rain had died off a bit now, it was just drizzling and blowy.

I saw a discreet opening in a cluster of trees.

Maybe this is the sacred answer?

Running as fast as I could, with my bags bashing against my leg, I reached the maze of trunk. It was like some sort of intonation test.