Streets Of Las Vegas
Date: December 7, 1995
Age Kicked Out: 7
December 7, 1995
Sitting in the darkest corner of the small bedroom, a small brown haired girl sat staring at the decaying wall in front of her. Blood trickled down the side of her mouth and fresh bruises stained her pale body. The common sounds of shouts and screams filled her ears and so did the sound of a fist connecting with flesh.
The screaming and shouting stopped and little Sara looked up from her small hiding place just as the bedroom door was slammed open. The tall dark figure of her father walked in through the door way with a ragged looking suit case in hand. The suit case was slammed on the old bed and the few clothes that Sara had were thrown into it. The roaring sound of his voice filled the house as he shouted, "Get on your damn feet!" At first Sara didn't respond so she was roughly pulled onto her feet by her arm and dragged out of the house to an old beat up truck. "Get in now!" To avoid any other harm Sara obeyed the harsh command and sat silently as the truck drove off into the dead night.
After two hours of driving in dead silence the truck finally stopped in front of an old alley way. "Well get out!" She instantly climbed out and watched as her father grabbed the suit case and tossed it at the ground in front of her. "Your on your own now!" He shouted before speeding off leaving Sara alone in the dark.
Sara sat alone in the dark next to a dumpster holding her knees to her chest wondering what she should do. "Does this mean they don't want me anymore?" She asked aloud, but when she got no answer she stared out at the street with emotionless eyes.
Day 1 Of Survival
Sara sighed heavily as rain continued to pour onto her small body. She shivered lightly and huddled closer to the dumpster for some sort of protection from the rain. When a crack of lightning lit up the alley, she spotted a card board box big enough for her to curl up into a ball and sleep in. She walked through the trash scattered across the ground and retrieved it. She pulled it back next to the dumpster and set her suit case in it before crawling into it and resting her head on the old suit case. She silently listened to the rain drops hitting her card board box before finding a rhythm in the drops and tapping her small fingers against her suit case with the small beat.
When the rain ended, she peeked out from her box and saw nothing but clear blue skies and lots and lots of people walking in front of the alley. She kept herself hidden afraid of what the people would do to her if they saw her. She carefully walked around the alley way looking for something to eat but found nothing except a fat rat that hissed at her.
When the day ended Sara huddled into her small box trying to keep warm. Her stomach growled with hunger and she turned over onto her side looking out into the alley way one last time for some sort of food. The sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears and eyes instead. She watched silently as a teenaged boy wrestled with a dark figure. She could here the sounds of struggles and the next thing she knew she could hear a light stabbing sound. She watched as the teenaged boys lifeless body fell to the ground. The lifeless eyes stared straitly at Sara and she stared at the body not knowing what to do. She saw the dark figure leave the alley way before spitting on the teenagers lifeless body.
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