I stared up to the sky, the raindrops running down my face. The thousands and thousands of raindrops. Falling and falling. Somehow, I felt like I could relate to them. The raindrops, that just kept falling. Kept falling and falling and falling.
I wonder where I'll sleep tonight.
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I opened my eyes. A faint ray of sunlight falling on my face. It was bright enough to wake me up, the air around me though was still cold and I started shivering.
I noticed goosebumps on my arms, wich was no wonder since I had been sleeping on a climbing frame of a playground. That thing was huge, with a lot of space to walk around or sit down somewhere you couldn't be seen from the ground. That's probably why teenagers often come here in the evening to meet up.
Luckily I woke up early enough for the playground to still be empty.
It was a good place to sleep since it had two floors, and that way offered me a roof so that I could hide from the rain.
A fresh, slightly moist wind stroke my cheeks. I sighed and stood up. My back hurt and so did my left shoulder, since I had been sleeping on my side the whole night. I was still wearing my backpack so that no one could steal it while I slept.
Looking around to check if there was anyone nearby, I made my way down. I stepped on the gravel, causing a scrunching noise underneath my outworn red trainers.
I was lucky that my mother didn't block my bank account but I figured it was only a matter of time until the police caught wind of the situation at hand and it was possible that they would block it to lure me out. Not that that'd work.
Sighing yet again, I strolled around, wondering what I should do today. Should I take all the money off my account in case it was closed? But that would mean it could be stolen... although it wouldn't exactly make much of a difference if my bank card or the money itself was stolen. Either way I'd be fucked.
I stopped in front of an old abandoned building. I didn't realize I had wandered this far. I quickly turned around. This area is dangerous for me.
Obviously I'm not the only person without a home. And some of the other runaways tend to attack and rob other people. And I was wearing a backpack wich means a lot of loot.
I picked up my pace and and quickly walked though the streets. Thinking while walking seemed to be one of my many bad life decisions. I internally slapped myself.
Never had I come here before, for obvious reasons and I hoped I wouldn't have the pleasure to encounter one of the residents.
I shook my head and crossed a road. Stop thinking, brain!!!
I concentrated on my sneakers. Is this even better than thinking? I should pay attention to my surroundings.
Suddenly I felt my nose bump against something, just as i had walked around a corner.
Or should I say, someone.
