Finding a Way Out

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It's strange the way the world works. Miracles happen all the time without us noticing. People survive terminal illnesses, someone poor gains enough money to live another week, and the sun shines a little brighter than before. Sometimes though, those who are in the pits of despair never get a miracle. They live each day wishing for a way out but never get it, whether that be of their own doing or not. That's how I felt all of my life. I seethed with jealousy at those with good fortune, and I wished inflictions down upon them, having accepted that I myself would never get anything even remotely good. I was mocked, scorned, rejected, poor, helpless, inhibited, deranged, depressed, and so many more words that describe those at their worst, and I honestly believed that I was one of those 'sometimes' people, who never got their miracle.

So imagine my surprise when after the worst day of my life, when I had been pushed to my very lowest (which is saying something), something incredibly wonderful happened.

I, Destiny Rowland, woke that day to a miracle.

Well, it didn't seem that way at the time. To tell you the truth, I actually awoke to a piercing pain in the back of my head and blurry faces in my line of vision, and my first instinct was to leap up and fight off whoever was hurting me. But when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I saw the faintly flashing little gizmo in the hand of the grimy, middle-aged man before me, realisation washed through me. My hand sprang to my neck and with a thrill I realised that I was free!

I sat up hurriedly, ignoring the pain in my limbs, and blinked multiple times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. But no, there really were people there and they really had detached the inhibitor from my neck!

"Th-thank you." I stuttered out, staring in awe at those who were there. There were six of them all up; four men and two women. Well, one of the 'men' was actually a teenage boy but it's of no matter. The other men seemed to range in age from late twenties to early forties, and the women looked to be about twenty-five and forty-ish.

With my quick surveyance of them I realized something important; they were homeless. Their clothes were old, matted and care-worn. Among them they had a few rough, cracked packs stuffed with possessions and they clearly didn't bathe often. That didn't bother me of course, as I wasn't much better.

The man kneeling beside me gave a worn smile as he chucked away the device he'd taken off of me. I saw that he had a few metal tools in his lap.

"It's alright," said the woman next to him, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. She wrapped an old blanket around me carefully. "We're just making sure you're okay. What's your name?"

"Destiny." I replied shyly, so grateful for their care. "Wh-who are you?"

The man beside her opened his mouth to answer but then one of the other men. taller, older, wider and who seemed to be standing guard, spoke up.

"Well, this is lovely and all but now the girl's awake we need to get going before we get caught." he told them sharply.

"Oh of course." The two beside me stood up and studiously they all slung on bags and determinedly got ready to leave.

One of the other men helped me up and I wrapped the blanket around me tighter.

"Can I come too?" I squeaked out, brimming with hope.

They all stopped and turned to face me blankly. The silence was beginning to make me uncomfortable but then the woman who hadn't spoken before exclaimed, "Well, of course you can. That's the whole point; we're not leaving you in this hellhole."

The others eagerly affirmed this and I relaxed, absolutely ecstatic.

I felt like Cinderella from that old fairytale, when she'd been rescued by her fairy godmother. Like me, she'd thought she had no hope and like me she was given a chance to escape from her situation. And like her I was going to take that chance and turn my life around.

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