Dark. Cold. All words to describe my new life. Traveling on a bus to who knows where. My life and my heart ripped away at the same time. By the same person. 2 months ago, I would've never thought I would be here. I got away, sure. But did I really? Or will this haunt me forever? No money. No clothes but the ones on my back and what I could fit in this book bag. I have nowhere to go and no one to help me, so here I go starting a new life at 22 in Seattle.
The bus was starting to come to a hard stop. I get off with no sense of direction. I start walking left and hope to come across a cheap motel. I walk slow while being attentive to my scenery. I see a flash of light blind me from the street. I glance over to It to see a truck driver, a redneck. The type to spit on black people like me. He pulled over to the side and I start to pick up the pace. I was sure he was about to do something terrible. Even If he was about to offer me a ride, I wouldn't take it. I remember my mother told me not to ever take a ride from a stranger. And to never let anyone or anything punk you. I listened to her then and I will listen to her now. I started running, nothing but fear in my mind. Taking up all the space in my head I couldn't think straight. Some people could say I was overreacting, but I know he was going to do something wrong, whether it was today or tomorrow he was strange. I see a sign in the distance, I run faster. The sign reads "Motel". I sigh in relief. I push open the door to be greeted by the smell of weed. I ask for a room.
"May I get a room key"
"You sound too proper to sleep at a motel" the man at the counter said. I flashed a small smile and took the key. As I walked up the stairs the smell got stronger, as if someone was having a small party. The closer I go to the room I heard music. Then someone walked out. A tall figure with dark brown hair and tight pants stood with a cigarette in hand. The man looked me up and down with daring eyes. Why the fuck he would like me in leggings and a hoodie? Who knows? I continued to walk forward. I could feel his eyes burning holes in my soul. I turned around to face him. I looked him in the eyes, long enough to notice the green and brown. The door slammed closed. Tomorrow I told myself I would look for a job. Anything would suffice. I hardly ate before I left. It was my turn to live right. I laid in bed and looked up at the ceiling.
"God, I took a risk coming here. Please don't let this be a mistake. I did this because something in my spirit told me to. I know I didn't deserve this pain because nobody does." A tear ran down my face. I closed my eyes "I know you have a plan for me, my mother taught me faith in you, you got me this far and you will get me farther. Give my mother a kiss and hug for me. Amen".
I rolled over and cried my eyes out until I fell asleep. But I will make it. I have to.
