Chapter 8. Nowhere to Go

I was no longer crying, and the sun was creeping into the sky. My heart felt heavier than a truck of bricks. I felt like I could barely breathe, but I kept moving.

Fear was clinging to my heart, and my throat hurt from all the yelling and crying I had done.

This was one of my biggest fears, being thrown out by my own mother; having nowhere to go. I was living it and trust me, it didn’t even seem real.

It felt like I was in a nightmare, one that I couldn’t wake up from.

The suitcase was heavy but I kept moving, I couldn’t stop. This neighborhood was not the safest, so I was scared. 

I knew that I could easily be robbed, or even worse, sexually abused. Yeah, that was how bad this place was. So yeah, I kept moving. There was no way that I was going to stop.

After what felt like ten years, I was finally out of the neighborhood and in a better and safer part of the town. I must have walked for two hours or more, but at least I was away from all the chao