I walked across the empty street, with four full bags in my hands.
My cheeks were still wet from all that crying earlier on today.
Man… I still couldn't believe I got kicked out of my apartment and fired from my job in the same day.
I mean, I didn't have no place to go, since my parents lived in Italy, and both of my sisters were happily married living somewhere in New York.
And me… well, I was stuck here in Los Angles since I was dumb enough to move here oh my eighteenth birthday.
I always thought that who ever live here in L.A. will become rich and famous… and be in movies and pictures… Well, never mind about that.
I was now 23, broke, homeless, tired, hungry, cold and I could go on and on…
I honestly don't know what happened earlier on today, and I don't want to remember either.
Today, was my worst day. I really didn't know what I was going to do, or where I was going to go, especially at night time.
Pretty soon, my legs began to get really sore, and my arms felt like they were going to fall off.
I sat at the side walk by the road, watching a few cars go by once in a while.
I yawned, and my eyelids kept closing every now and then. I had to go to sleep.
But where? Here by the road. Well… no matter how much I regretted this, I had to.
Yes… it was dangerous, but so what?
Besides, this is only the beginning… since I lost my job and all.
I put one of my bigger bags behind me, and slowly lay down on the cold cement, restring my head against the some what soft bag.
Well this was weird. Just yesterday I had been sleeping in my own, soft, big bed, and now this?
On the other hand though, I had no choice but to go to sleep. First of all, it would make me forget about all my hunger, and second of all, I was extremely tired.
Every minute seemed to pass like an hour, and I still couldn't fall asleep.
I mean, I was really tired, why couldn't I go to sleep?
Maybe… it was the cold cement that was bothering, or my head, that hurt like crazy.
I wrapped my arms around my self. Boy was I cold.
Suddenly, I heard a car pull by somewhere near me. I wanted to open my eyes, but was too weak to.
I than heard the car door open, and close. I managed to open once eye, right away, spotting these two… huge men standing by a shiny black SUV. This wasn't good.
I quickly got up, grabbing my bags, and walking away to the other side of the street.
"Miss!" I heard a rather sweet, friendly, and a very familiar voice call behind me. Though it only made me walk faster.
"Miss!" I heard it closer this time. My breathing because quick, and so did my heart beat.
"Please, wait!" Oh that's it! I couldn't take it much longer. My body took over my mind and I turned around.
"What?" I ended up yelling and the extremely familiar person standing in front of me. I couldn't really see his face, because he stood right in the shadow.
"I-I saw you, laying there, I-" he stuttered, but I cut him off.
"No! I don't need your help!" I said sternly, and turned away from him, walking towards some shop, in case he was going to follow me.
I heard running behind me. I rolled my eyes, stopping, but not turning back. "Listen, I've had a very horrible day today, and I definitely do not need some creep-," and that was it.
I had officially lost my voice as he stepped in front of me.
"I-I'm sorry… I just wanted to help," he said shyly.
And what did I do? Well I stood there like some weirdo, with my mouth hung open.
Was it really him? Was it really Michael Jackson?
Or was I hallucinating because I haven't eaten since yesterday.
Maybe… when I went to sleep by that road, I started dreaming…
"You... you're not real… I-I must be dreaming," I found my self saying. Yes, I was definitely dreaming.
I than stepped around him, and began to walk away. This was too weird.
"Wait!" I heard him call. Once again, my body took over my mind and I stopped, than looked back.
"I am really, I really am," he said. I winced.
Okay, so maybe I should play along. I mean, this is my dream.
"You want to help me?" I said calmly.
He nodded, and smiled.
That smile… was definitely real… and he…. was definitely no hallucination.