Three years ago I found out I was alone. No, not only alone but clearly neglected. My family has gone living somewhere else to live their dreams and promise to crush mine. My friends that had used to love me had soon dared to glance in my direction. My strength had left me for the better. And my hope is gone as well.
I give myself only two options per day. Do I stay or do I go? It is said that the human mind prefers more choices but we never actually pick a choice if there is too many to cope with. Here I am, choosing to stay since I have nowhere else to go. Is it worth more living on the streets?
Every morning I wake up to the sound of the crates being picked up and being slid on to the tile floor. New produce that the store had just picked up. To live in this crowded store may seem stupid since I will easily be caught, but when I look at it, all I see it myself being covered by the bodies that surround me. No one can see through all those legs, as I stay low behind the wooden boxes in the back of the store.
So everyday I wait. Wait for what you ask? I'm waiting for my life to crawl back to me. I, Blaine Anderson, will never regret who I am and what I became to be. I will always be the bow-tied gelled hair kid no matter who says other wise.
Though, please tell me something. Is my life really worth living for? I live in the back of the store of Walmart, I don't have a job, I haven't been to school in three years, and my hair is a mess. I never left the store and sometimes after three whole years, I go stir crazy during the day. I steel food from the vending machines after hours, and my heart races every time I see an employ walk past me. I talk to myself when I am alone because I haven't talked to anyone since that night. So why am I still here?
If I left, I would die. My winter clothing was at my house when I used to live there, but I never got the chance to take my belongings. Not even my little harmonica to play simple music. My sweaters are getting too tight and my pants are too short, but what can I do? I already steel the food here and if I take my chances at the clothing I could risk my chances at being kicked out.
I ran my hands through my hair and shifted myself so I could get into the comfortable position near the heater in the back. I have a pillow, thankfully, since the store has many pillows that are just wrapped in plastic. It's not steeling unless I take off the wrapping of the pillow and don't put it back in the morning. I wish I could do that with clothing but I can't risk the chance of them seeing me wearing their products.
I missed my life, and I wanted it back. How can I lie here and rot? I had huge dreams ahead of me, now gone. I slowly and softly sing myself a melody that I had made up a couple of years back. It reminds me that I can still hope for any of my endless dreams to come true.