Wanderer

by Rockstar River

My story is not pleasant, and, as much as I wish, it doesn't have a happy ending. It's important for you to understand though, so you'll know why I turned out the way I did.

1. Introduction

I'm a wanderer; that's what they call me. I belong nowhere, wanted by no one. I cheat and lie and steal, but that's survival. Nobody ever go anywhere by being afraid to fulfill their basic needs. I see people taking stuff all the time that's not theirs and it kills me to see them, so selfish, stealing things like CD's and clothes. Not me; I take what I need, not what I want. Who would have thought it'd keep me alive this long?

I was deemed hopeless, a lost cause if you will, the first time I ran away from a foster home. Many people, a total of 14 homes, tried to take me, to pretend I was their kid, but nothing worked. I wish I could stay in some of them forever, feeling safe and cared about. But they couldn't handle me; I'm too screwed up in the head.

I've been tossed around in the system for years. Kicked out, removed, and ran away from every home, all with good reason. My last escape was brutal, almost deadly. And the only thing harder than escaping is surviving out here, on the streets in the dead of winter.

But the streets are my home now. This is how my life unfolded. I'm not a bad person. I'm just simply trying to survive in this hell people like to call Earth. But know this. I will never return to a foster home or any other house of abuse. I will my life here on the streets of Detroit, wandering and surviving, because it's all I can do.