Runaway Attempt #1: Surviving Exposure

I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.

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Homeless (part 3) “It’s Too Dangerous”

I saw the knife in his hand before it was wrenched away.

Nun School and the Silent Father (part 2)

I pulled on my jeans and gathered my tattered pink shirt around me. I didn't know what a rape kit was nor did it cross my mind to ask for any kind of exam; I was exhausted and all I could think of was endless sleep.

Runaway Attempt #4 (Shutter Island)

I lay face down in the wet, decaying leaves and God knows what else underneath the trailer. I carefully controlled my heavy breathing; my body had ceased to shake from the cold. I knew I was hypothermic, but I had much more serious matters on my hands. I heard a car door slam and knew the … Continue reading Runaway Attempt #4 (Shutter Island)

Homeless (part 1) DAY ONE

Let's zoom in on that one specific I still consider to be 'the' D-day. 19 years old. This was taken a couple weeks later: My best friend's taillights flashed red as she paused before turning onto the main road and disappearing from view. I breathed deep to clear my vision blurred by that gunky salt … Continue reading Homeless (part 1) DAY ONE

Runaway Attempt #3

I breathed in the cold Michigan air and whooped. It was a pretty sad celebration going from a dysfunctional home for teen girls to the streets on a cold fall night, but at that point, I took what I could get. I began to run.