"Then I talked to Alice, who I met just sitting stoned on the curb. She didn't know weather she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home." This is what should happen to Alice after that. She needs her story need to end too.
I don't know anything anymore. I don't know who I am. I don't know why I am here. I'm running to something or from something. I wish I knew. I can't even name those possible somethings.
All I really know is deep down I wanna go home. I wanna stay on one place. Have a conversation with a real friend. I don't want to give blow jobs every time I need a blow.
A random person came and talked to me today.
I was sitting on the curb. She walked up to me. We talked for a half an hour. She seemed interested in me. No one has ever seemed interested in me before. She told me very little about herself though.
All she said was that she wanted to go home and that she went to a church that helped her get in contact with her parents. I told her that I didn't know what I was doing here. I didn't know why I was here. I don't know if I'm running to or from something. Then when she said she wanted to go home; I told her I did too.
I don't know why I admitted that. I never told anyone that before. Sadly, I knew it was true. I wanted to go home. I didn't know where home was for me anymore.
The question is, could I go home? What would happen if I went home? Would my parents even want me back after this? I didn't know the answers. I couldn't process anything this stoned.
I walked to the park after she was gone. I laid down behind the bushes. I stayed there for a while. I didn't want to move. No one found me. No one even looked for me.
I missed being cared for. I knew what I had to do. I was as clean as I was going to get now. I been in the bushes for three days now. I needed something, but I didn't know what.
The only thing that changed was I knew what I wanted more than anything else in this world.
One week later
"Mommy! Daddy!" I called when I saw them walk in the church doors.
They looked up at me. "Alice!"
My mom and dad started saying how much they loved and missed me. How much they wanted me to come home.
"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry I ran off. I love you both."
On the sidewalk curb the day I meant that girl was the last time I was stoned.