I hated nights like these. When the wind howled and the rain pelted me in the face.
With my arms wrapped around my soaked body I walked closely beside the abandoned warehouse where I spent most of my time, that I knew as my home for the last five months.
I was soaked to the bone and my teeth felt like they were going to chatter out of my mouth. I wanted to cry my eyes out but I had no tears left in me to cry at the moment.
It felt like the sky was crying for me.
Another daily day spent foraging for food all over the city. My efforts, like most days presented as fruitless. I was used to being hungry. I was used to being homeless now…
Once my parents had found out about my drug addiction, they didn’t think twice. I was out on the street in 24 hours. My dad refused to let me give our f
