Alone,
In a little park,
Alone,
Waiting for someone,
Alone,
No one is watching,
Alone,
So who are you waiting for?
Depressed,
You're too young to be depressed,
Depressed,
You are depressed anyway,
Depressed,
Your past is devastating,
Depressed,
Yet you keep on walking with a half-smile.
Crying,
You have nothing to cry about,
Crying,
But you have nothing to laugh about,
Crying,
And that is the reason you cry,
Crying,
Wishing someone lend you a hand.
Alone,
Wishing you were dead,
Alone,
But you're too young to think those thoughts,
Alone,
But you're not too worried.
Hope.
A glimmer of hope shines within you.
Nami Nakamura. A genious-like IQ. She sat alone in a little park. Her 12 year old self couldn't take the pain that she was put through everyday. She escaped from her household. Her so-called family was barely a family. Her father was never home. He'd been convicted of several crimes, all of which, he was declared as innocent, and 9/10 times, he was guilty. Her mother was always at a bar. When she was home, she was forcing Nami to do anything she asked. Anything. If Nami didn't do as she was told, she would be severely punished. Severely. Her family never had any money. Then, when both her parents were gone, she packed her backpack with several items she would need, and left without another word. Anywhere was better than there. Anywhere.
I sat there by myself, knowing I would have to get moving soon. I knew that there were several places that I could not pass by, the reason being that one of my parents could catch me. I thought about where I could go. I couldn't stay in this town for the night. I checked my watch. 6:23 pm. I'd left the house about 45 minutes ago. My dad should have just come home. Which means I better make a run for it. I put my backpack on my back and started to walk again. The next time I checked my watch, it was 7:47. I had 625 in my pocket that I had saved up my whole life. It was my life savings. I would need it for food and stuff like that. I had walked right out of my town and into the next. I found a really big park, with a huge playground. This is where I'd stay. I hopped on to the structure in the center of the park and found a large tunnel. The metal was stragely warm, but then again, everything is warm during this time of year. I crawled into the tunnel, which was made of a strong plastic. There were little windows, but they were tinted in a way so that you could only see out of them, and not in. I took a blanket out of my backpack and a small pillow. I rested my head on the pillow and covered myself with the blanket. I fell asleep, literally, seconds after my head hit the pillow. I was out like a light.
I woke up to the sound of laughing children. I checked my watch. 7:56 am. I took a brush and a small mirror from my backpack and put my hair into a ponytail with the band around my wrist. I put everything back into my backpack and ate a sandwich I had packed yesterday. I drank a bit of a water bottle. I climbed out of the tunnel.
I walked on for the rest of the day, studing cities as I walked through and beyond them. I made some progress throughout the day. I occasionally stopped to eat or take a drink or sit in a store to cool down after the sun beat on my neck. I just walked on though. After all, what else could I do? There was no turning back. Not from here.
I checked my watch again. 8:17 pm. I looked around. I was basically in the middle of no where. It was basically vast fields that just went on. There were a few small houses or buildings through out the town, if you could even call it a town, but nothing worth looking at. I finally found a park with a play structure. It didn't look very well put together, so I took my blanket, spread it across the table, and lied down. I just then realized how much my legs ached from walking for so long. The pain wasn't letting me sleep. I just looked at the stars. Then I saw an older-looking man walk by. I sat up and took a look at him. He was the first person I'd seen in this town. He sat on a bench not too far away from me. He looked over at me.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?" he asked.
"I seriously doubt it," I replied.
"Where's your family?" he asked.
"What family?" I replied.
"You mean you're and orphan?" he asked.
"Something like that," I replied.
"Do you have anywhere to go?" he asked.
"I'm just wandering aimlessly," I replied.
"Are you truly alone?" he asked.
"No one is looking for me."
Then he said something to me other than a question.
"I own an orphanage. I can take you there, if you'd like." I looked at him and cocked my head. Who was he? He owned an orphanage? Then where the hell was it?
"An orphanage, huh?"
"Would you like to come back to my house?"
I just stared at him. I didn't exactly just wander into random people's houses. I'm sure he wasn't a child molester, but...
"I don't know..."
"Oh, right. I'm sorry. You probably don't just go with strangers to their houses-"
"No wait," I interrupted, "I want to go with you."
It was better with someone than alone. I doubt this old man was a potential criminal. He nodded.
"Thank you for your trust. May I ask what your name is?"
"Nami. Nami Nakamura. You?"
"I'm afraid I can't say now, but I will surely tell you later."
This old man was crazy. Ah, well, here goes nothing.