My POV

Walking down the streets of London I began thinking to myself:

"Where to now?" obviously had no idea of what future has in store for someone like me.

"Out of the way!" a man shouted at the entrance of a pub and made me jump seeing the mess he threw out the door. Sheepishly I started picking at the bin bag barely looking at anyone that passed by. I was hungry... so damn hungry I could eat a horse! But before I even began to look inside the man that yelled earlier just threw a spoon at me out of the blue!

"Hey! Leave those n fuck off!" what a waste of food I thought turning on my heels and started running away. It was only a matter a time until I found my peace... But no! No time for such thoughts!

I am Anna. 20 years old foreign girl and... trying to live in England. Live... What a funny word. Not a single day that passed when I haven't given my 100% to survive. To survive hunger, cold and... people. Yep... people! I've been thrown from a window and fell 2 floors being found in someone's attic... Got cuts and bruises all over from the last master I've worked for. I've even been thrown in the damn river. Do you think they give a shit? I'll tell you now: they don't! People... only care about their own satisfaction and wellbeing. Like I care for mine right now!

I have to find somewhere to hide soon before I freeze my fucking bones! I'm good at finding places to stay, though not as good at living there. I always get caught unfortunately and always somehow manage to get hurt. People... So hot headed. The police haven't found me yet, thank God... Now... Where to go...? I eyed a few back entrances to some forgotten inns and pubs on a dark alley but one piqued my interest. Seems like no one lived here for a while... Phew. I'll just have to... Yes! I used my skill of unlocking doors quite masterfully. Yes... As a person that lives on the streets in the cool weather of England, you got to know how to open people's doors... otherwise you, quite frankly, die.

I made my way in without a single sound. Not even the wooden floor creaked under my steps. Bloody Hell this place is deserted! What person leaves they're home unattended and unclean? Arriving at a huge metal door I started picking the lock, again with my trusty hair pin until it clicked open.

Righto! My eyes took a while to adjust to the darkness. Until I noticed... What the hell...? Is that... Is that a coffin? Not one not two... I'm surrounded by coffins? What is this place? Am I actually in an undertaker's shop? I giggled a bit. Well beggars can't be choosers now can they.

Sat myself down on what seemed to be a carpet and started pondering. Better here than out there though. Now I know where I sleep, but what do I eat? Those are the questions you ask yourself when you're homeless. Soon enough I noticed... this place is suspiciously warm for an abandoned shop and suddenly the sound that made my heart drum in my chest like wild. A voice. A laughter. I knew this place can't be deserted. Shit! Hide now!

I jumped behind the door of an open coffin that was lying on the floor and sat there quietly listening to what sound came from the other side.

"Heeheehee. So much work to do and so much fun!" the sound of water splattering made my body give into a light shiver and heard the humming come closer to where I was, so instinctively I crawled even further under the door that was hiding me. "Aaah! Such a pretty young lady bruised and scared all over! Seems death was your last stop! Heeheehee!" I heard the voice again.

It was clear! This guy was mental! I got to get the fuck out of here before he fits me into one of them coffins. My ears perked up at the three knocks that broke the crazy man's cheerful humming. That's my chance! I pushed the door and leaned it quietly on the wall to get out from under it, while the weirdo answered to the people needing his assistance. A mother and a child in tears, crying their lungs out for their lost loved one. I found a crack to peep and saw him... I saw the creep. He looked just as nuts as he sounded. Fuck me... How can you keep a grin so wide while someone is mourning.

Fuck this I'm getting out of here! Jumped out from behind the coffins just to realise the customers left in a jiffy! Well duh! What can you chat about to an undertaker... I swiftly slid under the table that looked somewhat like the reception and waited. As soon as the door closed the man let out one of his dubious laughs again.

"Haven't you better shown yourself?"

Wait! Is he talking to me?

"Whaaaaa-" I barely said before he dragged me out by my collar.

"What is a lovely young thing like yourself doing in a grim dark place such as this?" he asked entertained. Oh well worst comes to worst I stiffened myself preparing for a natural reaction to being found in someone's house and closed my eyes.

"Do you want a cuppa?"

"Hm?"

"Heehee. You a deaf one? I asked if you wanted some tea sweet."

"Uhm... Uhm yea sure of course! Yes please!" Tea? What is going on? He offered me tea... Something doesn't feel right...

"So are you one of those people who are keeping me around until the police comes?"

"Heeheehee. You are a funny one. Do I look like the type of person to do that?" Well he doesn't look like any type of person... To be honest he doesn't look like a person at all!

"Uhm well. I've been through a lot lately. Nothing surprises me anymore." I leaned lower a bit to take a closer look at the scar on his face whilst he was grabbing some paper work from his desk. Insensible of me, I know but it's becoming a pattern.

"I have no desire to quarrel or hurt anyone, love."

"By the sound of it you like seeing hurt people."

"Heehee! If their dead, yes! Heeheehee!" Oh what bloody hell have I gotten myself into... Great... Do I leave? Do I drink the tea and leave? Do I even drink the tea at all? Honestly this is so unlike what I've witnessed before.

"There." he lifted the measuring cup with tea and nearly froze at the scar on his finger. Holy shit! Did he have his finger cut off or something? "Should warm you up for your journey back home." he continued.

"Haha... Yea... Cheers."

"What's so funny. I want to laugh too." he said with a small drool from the side of his lips. "I am normally the one who's amused. Not accustomed to people laughing in my store!"

"Right... Uhm... Well if you find it funny..."

"Yes?" he rubbed his hands in anticipation, his damn long black fingernails clinking against eachother.

"I've got no home..."

"GYAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!" Jeez... Is this guy for real? Why would you laugh at something like this. You know what? Scratch that, at this point, we're passed all normality.

"So you're an undertaker?"

"Indeed I am."

"Oh..." I mumbled crossing my legs holding the hot cup with both hands to warm up.

"What brings you in those dark parts of London then?"

"Well uhm. Nothing really. I just... Have no where to go." I shrugged.

"So you were not joking earlier?"

"Uhm... No... I wasn't. But I won't impose I promise. I'll finish my tea and leave." I gave him a large toothy smile.

"And where are you planning on going?"

"..." right I was actually planning on staying there for the night, but situation being as it is I can't just force him to keep me here.

"Stay here for the night. Heehee. Yes stay here. You'll think of something tomorrow. Heehee." As much as I appreciated being hosted I wouldn't want to go through the trouble of being on my guard all night. But then again this normally happens every night so what the hell. If something were to happen I'm two steps away from an undertaker which would save people the trip of taking me there.

"Thank you. Much obliged." Shortly after I was shown to a neat little room with a bed and a wardrobe. Not that I would need the wardrobe but still nice accommodation. Again beggars can't be choosers...

"Sleep tight. Heeheehee." heard him down the hall and didn't even give it a second thought as I drifted off in no time.