(( This is just a little thing I had in my head. ))

I want to survive. Those were the words that went through the young boy's mind. He was broken. No one would help the poor boy who sat on the street corner, begging for money. The poor boy just sat there, waiting for someone to give him something. He knew no one would give him anything, though. Look at that boy said a girl, who was dressed in brand name jeans and a sparkly pink t-shirt, I'm surprised no one's gonna help him. I mean, I would, but who knows what he'll do with the money. Her friend laughed, Maybe he'll buy drugs or something! That hurt the boy's feelings. People in this world were cruel. Why do they ignore me? Have I done something wrong to them? He thought to himself. Oh, he wished he had someone to hold him right now. Someone to care for him. That wasn't going to happen, though.

More people walked by, some of them stopping to ask the boy if he was all right. Of course, the boy said No, I'm fine. I don't need any help. I can manage on my own. Though, he was lying to them. He wasn't going to accept help from just anyone. Where was this special person he was waiting for? They'd probably never come, but he was going to wait. If he had to, he would wait his entire life for them. I'm scared.

A nasty looking man walked up to him. Hey, kid, what are you doin' here? This is my territory! The boy didn't say anything. He was too afraid to say anything. Plus, this man had a knife with him. The boy walked away, shivering. He walked until he came to a small house. It looked like it was about 50 years old, and there was a sign on the front door. Homeless shelter. Maybe he could stay there for a few days! Maybe the person he was waiting for would come find him there!