Chapter 3
Why would they just turn around and ignore me. Prue yes maybe but where was Piper? I know she was in that house so why didn't she help me. She always did in the past, am I so wrong?
So I tried to get a job but people don't hire homeless people who smell and look like they have been badly beaten, which I have but that isn't the point. I suppose if I had showed Prue what I really looked like she might have helped me but I am too ashamed of letting it happen. I had cleaned myself up that day so I looked almost like me again, I even wore baggy clothes to hide my weight loss. I suppose it is my own fault for letting this happen to me.
I think the worst moment of my life happened about a month ago. This homeless guy found me curled up sleeping in what was apparently his spot. I had moved there that night as I was kicked out of my old spot. He came up to me and poked in the ribs and said "Girly that's my spot you gonna have to pay the toll now!" I was soo scared I didn't know what I was going to do, I was to weak to move again so I just stayed still. He unzipped his pants and I started crying " Please don't do this" I backed up against the wall and cried harder, but he took no notice. He just pulled my pants down while I kept protesting and when he forced himself on me, I just wept and kept saying "Please Prue, Piper help me, Please Help" I just kept crying and whispering. He eventually stopped in what seemed an eternity and said "Well since you paid you can keep the spot tonight" and he walked away. I curled up again and started crying.
That was a month ago and I moved to somewhere where no one will find me and I am as strong as I can be. Every now and again someone gives me a few dollars when I beg and I go and buy myself some food, if you can call it that. I eat maybe once a week if I am lucky which is why I think I would probably be better off dead.
But today I have decided to get up and try to get something hot to eat or drink as I am having trouble breathing. I get up from my spot and slowly shuffle out of the ally. I get to the street and I see the looks of disgust from passer-by's and I smile to myself, at least no one will want me if I look like this. I go and sit on a bench in the open and enjoy the sunlight that streams onto my face. I look up at the sky and I feel a smile play on my lips, I am enjoying this thoroughly. It is the only part of the day when I feel happy, when I am warm and I feel normal again. I can feel that someone has just sat down, I don't want to open my eyes and see who it is but on the streets you learn not to leave yourself vulnerable.
So I open my eyes and see someone who I recognise but she doesn't recognise me!
Why would they just turn around and ignore me. Prue yes maybe but where was Piper? I know she was in that house so why didn't she help me. She always did in the past, am I so wrong?
So I tried to get a job but people don't hire homeless people who smell and look like they have been badly beaten, which I have but that isn't the point. I suppose if I had showed Prue what I really looked like she might have helped me but I am too ashamed of letting it happen. I had cleaned myself up that day so I looked almost like me again, I even wore baggy clothes to hide my weight loss. I suppose it is my own fault for letting this happen to me.
I think the worst moment of my life happened about a month ago. This homeless guy found me curled up sleeping in what was apparently his spot. I had moved there that night as I was kicked out of my old spot. He came up to me and poked in the ribs and said "Girly that's my spot you gonna have to pay the toll now!" I was soo scared I didn't know what I was going to do, I was to weak to move again so I just stayed still. He unzipped his pants and I started crying " Please don't do this" I backed up against the wall and cried harder, but he took no notice. He just pulled my pants down while I kept protesting and when he forced himself on me, I just wept and kept saying "Please Prue, Piper help me, Please Help" I just kept crying and whispering. He eventually stopped in what seemed an eternity and said "Well since you paid you can keep the spot tonight" and he walked away. I curled up again and started crying.
That was a month ago and I moved to somewhere where no one will find me and I am as strong as I can be. Every now and again someone gives me a few dollars when I beg and I go and buy myself some food, if you can call it that. I eat maybe once a week if I am lucky which is why I think I would probably be better off dead.
But today I have decided to get up and try to get something hot to eat or drink as I am having trouble breathing. I get up from my spot and slowly shuffle out of the ally. I get to the street and I see the looks of disgust from passer-by's and I smile to myself, at least no one will want me if I look like this. I go and sit on a bench in the open and enjoy the sunlight that streams onto my face. I look up at the sky and I feel a smile play on my lips, I am enjoying this thoroughly. It is the only part of the day when I feel happy, when I am warm and I feel normal again. I can feel that someone has just sat down, I don't want to open my eyes and see who it is but on the streets you learn not to leave yourself vulnerable.
So I open my eyes and see someone who I recognise but she doesn't recognise me!