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I grumbled when I felt someone moving my body. "Cut it out would you, I'm trying to sleep." I spat rolling onto my face hugging my bag tightly against me, bed squeaking as I rolled. "Erin, get up now." I heard a deep voice, I recognized it but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Craig, what?" I said in a groggily voice, my body was shaking from what I assumed was lack of energy. It was still dark when I finally opened my eyes, barley able to make out Craig's features. He was high, tall up in the smoke. "Where's the smoke coming from?" I asked suddenly rolling out of the shitty mattress.

I looked at my side noticing a pressure mark on my skin from the springs. "Come on." He hadn't explained, he just grabbed my wrist and began to pull me out of the room. "What the fuck is going on?" I hissed whipping my arm away from him, I continued to follow him to the closest exit trying to get some answers out of him.

"Fire, Erin. Someone set Satan's Lodge on fire." He stood next to the window, looking down. I could see people I knew trying to leave the area, but the police had us all bound inside the small land which contained the warehouse known as Satan's Lodge. "Where the hell is the damn latter!?" I exclaimed turning to him, fire in my eyes.

"I don't know scale down it, I'm trying to round everyone up. That's your problem, getting out." Craig nodded at me turning around to leave.

"What do I look like! Spider man!? Batman!?" I growled kicking the window in. I listened to the glass shatter, I could feel some digging into my leg. That's what I'm talking about, you can't trust anyone. He lead me to the dead end, not that it was really his fault that the latter was gone. From the looks of it, it had just fallen over. All the times I've helped people nail up the latter it's only been taken back down by someone.

I wasn't that high up, about a playground ways. I threw my bag down, I saw water splash up when it hit the ground. It was pouring rain out, that would most defiantly help the firemen out. I could hear the sirens, see them flashing in my eyes.

I leapt out the window, I landed on my feet instantly falling on my butt into the mud. "Shit." I muttered rubbing my knee. A fireman ran up to me, asisting me as I made it back onto my feet. "Stand over there miss." He instructed.

I began to walk the way he told me, when he finished watching me I turned going around back where no one could see me. "Hey!" Shit, Keisha.

"Yeah?" I spoke in a frail voice, pursing my lips when I saw it wasn't Keisha at all. "Who are you, what do you want?" I examined the woman as she stepped closer to me, keeping my ground I took two steps back every one she took.

"I am here to help, how old are you?" She asked, she was a social worker. I could tell. The way she was dressed, the way she said she wanted to help me by taking me away from my home on the streets.

"I don't want your help." I tightened my jaw, sniffing the air. I couldn't run away from her, I hadn't had much sleep, couple hours I'm sure. I had inhaled too much smoke for sure, and I felt anemic. Weak, pale.

"You need it." I was backed up into a fence now, I had no where to go. Except over the fence of course, I decided I was going to take my chances and make a run for it. I gripped the fence jumping so my hands gripped the top of it, I pushed my legs over it, I could feel the metal twists digging into my hands, but I didn't want to be taken away. Not now, not ever. I could handle being like this for the rest of my life.

"Miss, you're going to regret it!" She called after me running up to the fence watching me make a run for it. The metal hooks on my bag were clinging as I ran away from her, disappearing into the back streets of New York City.

"Hey! Erin!" The sun had finally come up, I was exhausted. I'd sat in the back of a dark alley for a couple hours, I got some sleep. It was restless though. "How did you get out?"

"Hopped the fence." I came face to face with Keisha, "I had to crawl under the fence, they thought I was one of the people who set fire to the place. I didn't need to be taken to my parents."

"You're eighteen, you're legally an adult. You'd be taken to jail." I rubbed my eyes as they watered from the bright sun. "I'm exhausted, hadn't slept much at all."

"Yeah, stupid rich kids."

I stared, gaping at her. "You're joking right?" I continued to watch her until she spoke. "Other people your age got taken away. You wouldn't believe how many social workers there were and how many kids went around back to jump fences, or crawl under them. You're lucky you got away kid."

"Yeah, who wants a sixteen year old?" I asked her shaking all over, "We're one with the wind! No one notices us unless we're making a scene, or until someone important gets hurt! What about the low lives like us? What about us?" I looked at her with sorrow filled eyes. "What about us?" I repeated in a softer tone staring at the ground harshly.

"Erin, I would have no idea what you're going threw. You're right, I came out here of total selfishness of my own greed. I didn't get what I wanted so I ran away, I was going to go back. Apparently they don't like people like me." She stared at the ground just as I was.

"You've been through a lot though..." I paused remembering what she told me, the social rejection she had gotten from her parents, getting the shit beaten out of her because of who she was by people who are her own now.

"You've been threw worse, I'm sure." She was right.

I was loved at a point, I had friends... associates that I would no longer call friends. Aren't they the people that are supposed to be around for you? Not shut the door in your face and tell you to go back to the social worker who probably wasn't even going to bother looking for someone as non-important as myself.

My parents always worked hard for me, always. We never had a lot of money, we lived in a small semi attached house, our neighbours were very loud. My dad was absent minded and sometimes forgot that I was around or that he was talking to me and just walk away. The first couple months that happened I thought that he hated me.

I would get yelled at a lot, but I knew at the end of the day that they loved me still. I knew I was still worth something to them, every night they told me they loved me.

My dad, Josh, came home saying how selfish the people on the streets were, people that are just like me. Saying how they stole his wallet, all the cash he had on him, or how they had no morals. How we were all horrible people with no lives, oh I bet he is proud of me now. Long story short he saw them on the street and confronted them only to be shot. I didn't research into it much when I found out, I just took it all in not admitting to myself that he was dead.

My mom, Martha, started to drink, and grief about it. She started dating assholes and stopped working, then soon she couldn't afford our house anymore. We moved into a small one room apartment, I got the room while she had the couch. Sometimes I'd get kicked out of the bed when she had her stupid asshole boyfriends sleepover. She would never want to be in the same room as me, she said how much I meant to her but she never wanted to be with me. Does that make sense to you, because it doesn't make a whole lot to me.

I came home from school to see the cops all at my house, my mom had committed suicide. She was slowly dying of a broken heart, she was young and frail, she couldn't handle the pressure anymore I guess. She never thought of me. How I would be affected by it. It was the last time that I actually cried real tears that meant something. Not including the random break outs when you just feel like crying, like on your period.

"Erin, are you okay?" I heard Keisha ask.

"Yeah, yeah I'm perfect." I came out of my daze looking her lazily in the eyes. "Just peachy."

"How bout you come hang out with me and my buds, I'm sure they would let you sleep around the house?"

"I don't know..." I trailed off, it's not that I didn't want to impose. Personally I didn't give a shit if I did or not, but I knew what goes down at places like that. Keisha comes back to Satan's Lodge stoned to shit all the time. "Come on, you could use some sleep."

"I, well..." I couldn't think of anything to say, I was just so tired. "Come on, please. Pretty please Erin."

"Yeah, yeah." I breathed, "I'll come."

She cheered, "You really are an awesome kid, you know?"

I nodded my head, not caring what she had to say. Without a doubt I had dark black circles around my eyes. I'd probably gotten three hours of sleep after staying up longer then twenty-four. Sometimes there weren't rooms opened, sometimes they were all taken. "They don't know if I'm alive yet, I haven't called them yet."

"Why would they even be up, it happened at like three in the morning." I stared at her clenching my jaw.

"They were probably up partying." Keisha shrugged smiling, I looked over to the other side of the street. People were beginning to walk to work, or walk to school. They either had a backpack, or a suitcase. "I don't know if this is such a good idea Keisha, I know where to draw my boundaries."

"Nothing is going to happen." She buzzed up telling them to let her in. We went into the elevator that reiked of weed, and cigarettes. I gripped my bag a little tighter as I followed her out of the elevator, I guess you could say that I was a little... scared right now.

I was still shaky from running away, I was nearly caught. I was nearly taken away from my street life. Who knows what would have happened, I'm not where close to having my grade twelve. I'm lucky that I graduated grade eight.

I followed her into the house, we entered without knocking. It was worse than the elevator in here, much worse. "Hey girl!" A tall man exclaimed coming up to Keisha pulling her into a hug. "Who's this fine lady friend you got yourself here."

I gulped silently, waiting to be introduced to the creepy man in front of me. Much taller than I was, he gave me such an eerie feeling. His eyes were blood shot and just looking at him was giving me the chills, people like this are who I tend to stay away from. "Conrad." He smirked, seeing he wasn't going to be introduced.

"Erin." I nodded at him gingerly, not knowing what to do next. Personally, I was telling myself to get out of there, my instincs on a rampage trying to get me out of trouble. Naturally I listen, but I was feeling kind of weird today. I was tired, and confused. I was barely awake.

"Mind if she uses the bed, she didn't get much sleep last night." Keisha got rightto the point, she must have been able to see how uncomfortable I was. "Yeah sure, we're about to smoke one up. If she wants she can join us."

"I'm sure she doesn't want to Conrad." Keisha stared at me, "The bed is in that room." She pointed to a door.

I nodded, I went into the room she was pointing at. I lay down, looking up at the ceiling. There was a giant brown spot on the roof, like there had been a leak before. I wasn't very picky about where I slept though, not now. Not anymore.

It felt like as soon as I closed my eyes I was woken up again. I was jerked out of the bed I was sleeping in pulled into something cold. Hand cuffs. "What the hell?" I resisted, "I didn't do anything."

"You're under arrest for possession."

"What?! I don't possess anything!" I exclaimed with my voice cracking, "I'm just sleeping here because Satan's Lodge burnt down!" I growled at the officer, not noticing what I said until after I said it.

"So you must be one of the ones that got away, either way your coming with us." I was dragged out of the room harshly, it was just as bad as being pulled by my hair. Everything on my body was weak, the cuffs were too tight and it was like they were going to cut through my skin any second.

"I've never seen her around officer." An old lady in front of the apartment said, she was wearing a long old nightgown you see in those black and white movies. "She must have been getting some dope."

"Why do you assume that!? Fucking stereo typical bitch! I was trying to sleep, is that so god damn bad?! You can't do anything without people thinking you do drugs! I don't do drugs!" I hissed at the lady causing her to take step back from me with a frightened look in her eyes. "Stupid bitch." I grumbled as I was put in the back of the police car. I glared at Keisha in the back of the police car.

What did I say, you can't trust anyone.