Chapter 10.
"Ob la di
Ob la da
Life goes on"
The Beatles.
Just a song I'm listening to.
Its been raining for so long now. I've lost the count of days, but I think that it's been about four days since that incident at the Youth Centre.
I must say that it is beyond my surprise that after the entire thing where They obviously knew I was there that they don't just show up to take me back to meet my end. It's not as if I would be hard to find. I couldn't even leave the Youth Centre properly because I walk too slowly since my coughing has increased.
But I'll try not to dwell on it. Instead I'll watch the ceiling where I imagine the worms and maggots originate from.
I imagine them being molecules that turn into a bacteria that move into clusters to create the insects.
Then I think of a story to go with it.
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The rain has turned to snow.
I'm nearly a frozen icicle on the street from the frost. My hands are shaking, my teeth clacking together. They hurt, my teeth, my nose is frozen and my chest is on fire.
I don't know whether or not this is a good idea. To stay on the street asking passer-by's for money. I must look as a corpse would look. With my now near skeletal frame and my probably disgusting skin nearly clinging onto me.
I could cry but I'm trying to save all my body's energy for this begging.
I've been here for two hours and nothing has been given.
Fuckfaces.
I can't believe that these people can bear to look at themselves in the mirror when there are people like me dying right in front of their eyes.
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The factory is better because some of the kids have decided to make a fire in a non-existent fireplace.
I could tell them this.
But I'm cold and desperate for heat as are they.
Besides at this point in my life it may be a mercy to burn to death.
Well, it beats freezing.
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