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Weeks passed and my life seemed to be moving in slow motion. I obtained food and shelter mechanically and soon lost the want for food all together, the basic need became necessary to me. Midnight, however, never seemed to lose taste for anything I offered to her. I guess cats need more food than humans, either that or she was just extremely greedy. Days passed slowly and the nights never seemed to last long enough. I almost always had to steal food, the cans from the orphanage, though I took many, didn't last very long. My little raids often caused me to have to switch town, and fast, I even left my backpack when I had to make a quick escape, I stole a new one though. The trains proved to be the most reliable form of transportation for me, they come on a regular schedule and really not that hard to jump. Midnight had acquired a un-rational fear for them though, every time it comes time to jump a new one I have to shove her in my backpack. We lived hungry and poor, but, despite all of this, we lived.
I settled in under the first bridge I came across, it was late, the time on my new found watch flashed 11:23. We weren't the only ones under the bridge and this was expected, there were more homeless people he in this dead beat town, many more.
"Hey, guys, look! The boy brought us dinner." A husky man with a long brown-gray beard and overgrown brown hair gestured towards Midnight. He was gathered around a trash can fire with three more people who looked roughly the same.
"She's not dinner," I whispered, I was catching a slight cold and my voice was hoarse and barely audible," Her name is Midnight and you better not lay one filthy finger on her." My little comment earned a round of laughs from the group of men.
" You hear that, Jack, the boy calls it his pet," one of the men from the fire nodded and laughed again," Listen, boy, we've all had pets, but trust me, when you get hungry enough you're little Midnight will start looking like a 3-course meal," I swallowed hard and risked a glance down at Midnight. You could see her ribs straining against the thin skin of her stomach, her left ear was torn from a battle she had with a stray dog not to many weeks back, and her bright yellow eyes were distant and watery," What's a young'en like you doing homeless anyway. Aint' you got no parents?" All expression left my face and I turned and walked towards one of the more vacant sides of the bridge," Hey, I'm talking to you! Where's your manners? If you were mine you're butt would be red!" The men laughed again in agreement. I stopped and turned around to face the man.
"I killed them, sir. Now may I please exit this conversation?" There was no laughter then, just a wave of open mouths and gasps. I took that as an invitation to continue my journey towards my current sleeping area. Midnight trotted a rather frightful distance behind me, but I doubt those men would try to put a hand on her, at least I hope they won't try to put a hand on her. She's all I have left.
Mornings are brutal, I never want to wake up. I've always waken up early but would always sleep late anyway, when I had the chance. Like on weekends and breaks. When I did it always pissed off the corpses...
"Rayne! Wake up, now!" Mom's voice stormed it's way up the stairs and into my room only muffled by the barrier of my closed door. I just grunted and pulled the pillow over my head, I knew it was a very dumb-ass move, but it was Saturday and I was sleepy," Didn't you hear me, boy? I said up, and I mean it! Now!" After about five very long seconds of silence I was almost completely pulled back into my previous dream. I was on the beach with Sandy, my current crush of the week. We were sipping on pineapple drinks and watching the ocean slowly swallow the sun. Colors of red, pink, and purple were thrown across the water in squiggly lines. It was honestly beautiful. The sound of my mom's size eight feet stomping up the stairs pulled me harshly out of my fantasy. Before I even had time to pretend I was waking up a sharp stab of pain flashed through my face," Don't you listen? I said get up! Just wait until you're father hears about your latest act of disobedience!" And with that she was gone again, slamming the door angrily behind her. Sighing I slipped out of bed and put on the first shirt my hands fell upon.
"Rayne," my father's voice was loud and demanding," get down here. Now!" I slowly opened the door to my room, letting the hall-way light pour in like spilled water. I wasn't sad, no, not at all. I knew I deserved this beating.
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