Forgetting - Part 14

Six Months Later

I know I woke up late because the sun is high in the sky. I pack up my stuff quickly and start running. The thing is, the money ran out a few months ago, even after I sold all of my stuff. I am running from a bench in the park to the soup kitchen, hoping that I'm not too late for breakfast.

I didn't tell anyone about my current situation. I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time. My glasses got lost somewhere along the way and I can't see for shit.

"Excuse me, sir?"

All I get is a disgusted look before he turns his back on me.

"Maim?"

"Yes?" She looks mildly appauled.

"What time is it?"

"It's 10:27"

Shit. "Thank you."

I walk slowly to a new spot in the park and sit. The kitchen stops serving at eleven. I can't believe my life. I can't remember anything before I got to college, I burst into tears every time I see a baby or a book store, and I'm living on the street. I bet I could live with that, if there was anyone else to go through it with. Nobody sees me, the people on the streets look through me or around me. I am not important to anyone's life. What is the point of living when there is nobody to live life with?

I leave my things on the bench and start running again. I'm running for no reason, other than to try to escape this person I've become. I can hear the people shouting, finally noticing, but for once I'm the one that doesn't see anything. I feel it though. I feel a sharp stab and then nothing. I am an empty shell.