I shouldn’t be here. It runs through my mind over and over again. Like a difficult math equation, I know it, it has to be really simple and I’m just overthinking it. But sadly unlike equations, reality usually doesn’t have an answer.
I didn’t do anything to deserve this. No matter what anyone has ever said, I have never done anything to harm someone or something for that matter. I sigh as I sit down on the ground and lean back on the side of an iffy looking hotel. But right now I couldn’t care less. I close my eyes and beg for sleep tonight.
I almost thought I was going to finally pass out too. Turns out my precious sleep was interrupted by someone clearing there throat.
Wonderful.
I rub my eyes and look around. A kid maybe a little younger than I am, about seventeen or so, is making his way down the back road with a nervous looking walk. He’s rubbing his throat and is covered in sweat. In a simpler sentence; he looked like trouble.
Not something I need at this point, but hey, what do I have to lose?