Heeey! I updated, finally. I haven't lost inspiration for this fic
altogether! I just don't exactly know what I should do with it.*wanders
away*
Not mine.
It's cold out here for July. Looks like it's about to start raining again. Everything around here seems so hopeless, so despondent. I'm beginning to wonder if it's all worth it.
I mean, look at us. We're starving. We don't have enough money for food, never mind a place to sleep. And there's the choice-starve or get soaked.
It cost over $100 to get us all free, I think. $5.00 for every person. My mathematics aren't that great, though, and they wouldn't tell me how much it was.
The worst part of it, though, was what happened to Jack. They said they'd put him in the refuge for four years or something. A lot of us have been in there. Some come back. Most don't. They didn't take him to the refuge, though. I don't know where he went. David went after him; he told us to meet him at the square. It's been, hell, I don't know, a few hours. Mush went to take Les home, and Boots had enough money for a bed, but the others are sitting on the Lodging House steps, just waiting. I've been pacing around the statue for maybe five minutes, never mind that it's started raining. I'll be sleeping out here anyway, what difference does it make?
See, Jack has to come back. We need him. There's something about him that makes you believe what he says, do what he wants. He's the whole reason why we're all willing to suffer through this. He doesn't only lead the strike, he is the strike. He keeps us going. We'll win, we know. There's no way you can be around him and not think so. We all live through the hardship because he can lead us to triumph. Everything will be fine when Jack comes back.
Everything will be fine if Jack comes back.
Not mine.
It's cold out here for July. Looks like it's about to start raining again. Everything around here seems so hopeless, so despondent. I'm beginning to wonder if it's all worth it.
I mean, look at us. We're starving. We don't have enough money for food, never mind a place to sleep. And there's the choice-starve or get soaked.
It cost over $100 to get us all free, I think. $5.00 for every person. My mathematics aren't that great, though, and they wouldn't tell me how much it was.
The worst part of it, though, was what happened to Jack. They said they'd put him in the refuge for four years or something. A lot of us have been in there. Some come back. Most don't. They didn't take him to the refuge, though. I don't know where he went. David went after him; he told us to meet him at the square. It's been, hell, I don't know, a few hours. Mush went to take Les home, and Boots had enough money for a bed, but the others are sitting on the Lodging House steps, just waiting. I've been pacing around the statue for maybe five minutes, never mind that it's started raining. I'll be sleeping out here anyway, what difference does it make?
See, Jack has to come back. We need him. There's something about him that makes you believe what he says, do what he wants. He's the whole reason why we're all willing to suffer through this. He doesn't only lead the strike, he is the strike. He keeps us going. We'll win, we know. There's no way you can be around him and not think so. We all live through the hardship because he can lead us to triumph. Everything will be fine when Jack comes back.
Everything will be fine if Jack comes back.