I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.
I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.
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)
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