Chapter 1 Homeless
I sat on the couch watching T.V. as the rain kept falling and hitting my window, I didn't really mind. In fact I like the rain, the thought of it being cold and wet outside and I was cozy inside under a soft blanket. Instead however, I was uncertain about my life at this point. I recently got fired from my job, and my parents died due to an illness and I was alone. I didn't really know what to do with my life after that. They were the reasons why I would even push myself to become something great. Of course that's everyone's dream, but right now that's all it is, and I don't have a plan to make it happen. For stupid reason I can't even hold a job, everyone of my employers tell me that I just don't have enough experience to do anything.
'What the hell do they know.' I thought to myself. I guess that's why I'm just sitting here wasting my time in front of the television. I realized my stomach was empty so I went up to see if there was anything in the fridge. To my surprise, there wasn't any food, and I have no money. I sat on the couch while turning off the T.V.
"This could be worse." I told myself trying to be optimistic. I jumped to a sudden knock on my door. I opened it to find a note on the ground at the entrance to my apartment.
'Zach, we regret to inform you that your bills are still not paid, and we are forced to evict you from this complex.'
'Ok now it can't.'
Two days later.
I was walking along the sidewalk trying to figure out what to do next. I can't get a job, I couldn't keep my home, am I haven't eaten in two days. I sat in an alleyway as my energy was drained from me.
'So cold, so hungry, why can't I do anything, why am I such a failure?' I opened my eyes to the sound of a mischievous laugh. A few punk looking men came up to me with shit eating grins.
"Look at what we got here, you lost boy?" I shook my head.
"No, listen I don't want any trouble, and don't even think about asking me for money, I don't have any." The guy up front seemed to twitch.
"You think you can tell us what to do?" I rolled my eyes.
'I could take these guys, but it would drain more energy than I already have.'
"Listen, I'm warning you." One pulled out a bat and started swinging. I rolled back before grabbing the bat and pinching a pressure point in his shoulder. He yelled before fumbling back. I was breathing heavily.
'Damn it, I don't have the energy for this.' Just then I was knocked down to what felt like a wooden board, and sure enough I was on the ground getting kicked in the face, gut, and back. I couldn't do anything, I was hopeless.
'Damn it all.' As the boys finished up beating me like a ragdoll I just layed there. I took my arm and covered it over my eyes. Tears began to well up and come slide down my face like a river.
'I'm so pathetic.' I thought. It took me a moment to get myself together. I had bruises all over my body. I slowly got up and went to the main street where more people were walking. I dragged myself along the buildings hoping that a miracle will happen. Suddenly rain drops started falling from the sky and the wind started picking up. I sighed before a flier hit my face, getting my attention I read the paper.
'Help Wanted, Frita's Bar and Lounge/ no application needed.'
'Huh, I guess miracles do happen.' I looked at the address and saw that it was near. I felt my hopes come back, and I quickly made for the location, before I got completely soaked.