Boy without a voice

In the moonlight of July 13th, Tyler ran as fast as he could, grasping on the rusted handlebar of the last boxcar of a moving night train. Barely pulling himself into the empty train car, he clutched onto his backpack…the only thing he had to his name. His heavy breathing, slowly calming down he gazed into the dead night sky, with his pale blue eyes. His long black hair, swayed in the wind, as the train roared through the night. Goodbye Little Rock, as the view faded from his eyes, and soon he would awake to the sound of the train breaking, ready to come to its next stop.  As the train slowed, Tyler stood up and jumped off, wanting to avoid getting off where security guards or police may wonder looking for freeloaders like him. Tyler picked himself up off the red clay, and headed into town; Jasper, Alabama. Tyler was hungry, tired, and dirty and decided to stumble into the small town’s farmers market. He slowly walked past Mrs. Adams produce, grabbing a few tomatoes, peaches, and berries and stuffing it in his backpack. “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing young man?” Mrs. Adams called out. Tyler looked at her and started to run but Mrs. Adams grabbed his bag and pulled him back. She pulled out her produce and put it back in its rightful place. “How dare you steal from me. You’re new here aren’t you?” Mrs. Adams asked. Tyler stared at her and after a long pause, she proclaimed “Well, dontcha have anything to say for yourself?”. Tyler shook his head “no” as he stared helplessly into her eyes. “Wait…you look hungry…and I assume you do not have any money to pay me or else you wouldn’t be here stuffing it into your bag, now would you?” Mrs. Adams stated with confidence. Tyler looked at Mrs. Adams and shrugged his shoulders, knowing that what she was saying was all well and true. “Here you go kid, don’t ever steal from me or anyone in this town again, ya hear?” Mrs. Adams said as she handed him one her finest peaches. With that, Tyler took off down the red dirt road…                Later that night, Mrs. Adams went home to her white, two story plantation style home. She walked around her quite home, feeling lonely and empty inside. Her husband died a year ago, from cancer and her only son died in the war two years ago. As she laid in bed…all she could think about was that long-haired tanned boy that tried to steal from her. She tossed and turned in bed, but could not get him out of her mind, it was like God was calling her to help him…to find him…some how and some way. So, she got up, got dressed, and got in her car looking for him at 3am in the middle of the pouring rain. Meanwhile, Tyler found himself curled up on a park bench clinging on to his trusty backpack when it started to downpour. It was a cold rain, the kind that was bound to get anyone caught in it for long sick. He got up and ran looking for shelter. Tyler soon found a bridge, with a sidewalk, and he decided that would be good place to rest for the night. Soaking wet, he laid down and clung onto his backpack as if someone were trying to steal it right from under him, as his pale blue eyes started off into the rainy dark sky. Before he knew it, bright headlights blinded him…little did Tyler know that his entire life was about to change.