As I walk down the street I feel my stomach give a pain grumble, it has been awhile since I have last eaten food is hard to find when your living on the streets espsailly for an eight year old kid, for there is a much larger amount of adults of are both stronger and smarter then I.
I turn into a dark ally between a gorucey store and what looked to be a cafe. hoping that there my be at least some old scrapes form earlyer in the day hidden in their dumpsters. As I walk farther into the dark shadows that surround me on all sides I see my prize the cafe's large amount of garbage is piled into a sloppy hill in the trash and I can easily spot small fragments of food for the taking, I run up to the edge and jump into the mess grabbing all my small hands could hold as I was about to leave one leg hanging over the side walls of the haven that shall feed my ever present hunger I hear the sounds of a fight, sounds that I now to well and slid back into the little nest my body had made in the trash and peer over the ledge watching as a body is thrown against the wall a little farther down, and see the glistlying blade as it ploments into bady repeatedly each time a darker shade (the body's blood I think) coming with it. Slowly I and without sound I sink into the dumpster and hoping the stabber fails to notice I lower the lid again without a sound I begain to cry silently for the pain the body most feel during this death (for I know I just witnessed murder) but also knowing there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I fell asleep there that unwilling to move in fear that maybe, just may be that the killer was still out there, in the ally playing some sick game of hide and seek tag where if I come out of hiding I die, and if he (for I'm sure it was a male) finds me then I'll die, of this I'm sure, for why would he have not noticed me I could've even of I'm very sure I didn't have made to much noise. That is why when I heard footsteps and loud voices from outside my hiding spot I panicked freezing trying not to even breath in fear of being noticed by one of the voices. They were talking loud enough though that I could hear clearly one, a male bark out orders
" Ziva bag and tag, McGee pictures, Dinozzo help Ziva."Then there was a chant of "yes Boss" as I assume they begin to do as they were told.
I decided after that, that it was most likely safe for a quick look at what they were doing. So I lift myself up a bit so that I can push up the cover to peer out, but right as I am able to see a man with gray hair he begins to turn around, startling me and do to my fright i forgot that there was no ware to go and try to back up and end up slipping over a louse pice of trash falling against the metal side with a loud bang drawing the attention of those out side.