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The devil is still there.
Why doesn’t she move? I’m so tired of having to hide away from her. What else does she want from me? I have nothing left, none whatsoever.
I hate her, I really do, no matter what she might be. She’s evil, non-human, she’s so cunning that she can make anyone, anything, do whatever she tells them to do or more precisely, make them do. She may be in control of my dad and many other fools, but not me, she’ll never control me, never.

The life on the street is harder than I though.
No food, no drink, no shelter, no one to look after you, or at least, show that they care about you, and that they will miss you if you’re gone. Not even in my dreams.
Money is never enough unless you gain more. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job by looking for one. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job by looking for one that don’t even exist. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job by looking for one that don’t even exist for your level of society.
I’m hungry.
I had at least a 100 pounds from my savings, I though it’ll last me a month or so.
Not merely one week.
I have 1 pound and 5 cents left in my pocket. Yes I am sure, I counted it over and over.
Now that I know how, it should last me another week. The 1 dollar and 5 pence.
Without being robbed, of course.
But who would rob 1 pound and 5 cent from a 12 years old girl?
I’m hungry.

I pick the small pillow I bough with me up.
The tooth is still there, where is the fairy?
…Even the kind-hearted fairy is disgust of me?
Why? It’s not my fault.
Tears are running down my cheeks, those that were once pink and fresh.
It’s so warm that I though I’ll catch it and save it from freezing in my palms.
It didn’t help, it froze even faster between my cold hands.

Oh, here’s the kitty, are you here to accompany me?
I’m sorry but I afraid I can’t understand you. Pardon, what did you say?
No really, I swear I heard a human voice from you.
Oh never mind that, maybe that’s just my mind.
I’m getting old you know? It seems like it’s my third year here already.
Have I ever told you’re the story of the red hood?
You already knew? That’s fine, I have loads of other stories that my mum used to tell me before I go to sleep.
“Dream sweet dreams, honey.” That what she normally says before leaving me in sleeps.
But I don’t sleep, I know what she is up to. She never sleeps.
She’s sick, after all. If I can save myself right now, why weren’t I able to save her?

She’s gone.

“Oh please, ma’am, I’ve been hungry for three days. Just spare me something, anything, a coin, 5 cent, please. Please, please, plea-”
“Now now dear, how many times do I have to tell you, what part of no don’t you understand?” She smile and placed her hand on my shoulder “Now I’ve got a whole party to go to. Um huh huh huh huh.” She laughed ridiculously like how She laughs. “I’m busy, see? So later, dear.” And she walks off.
I stare after her. How can she?
Do I even look like I’m lying?
Heartless monsters! Die! Rot in hell!
And I hesitated, I don’t know if I want her to hear those words or not anymore.

I had nothing else to do but returned to my corner behind the bin.
I’m used to the smell, it’s the only place I have to hide.
The bin itself is also way hidden in a dead-end alley.
She must still haven’t discovered this place.
Otherwise I won’t be here.

A man suddenly settled into my area.
It’s so dark that it’s hard to see his face.
I know that he is also a homeless, like me, because of the style of clothing he is wearing.
It seems a bit too awkwardly clean for a stylish homeless fashion though.
I analysed him closely and carefully, just to make sure. It’s what all homeless people do when meeting one another.

“Go away from me.”
“Why?” He asked
“I’ve seen men of your type before.”
He hesitated. “Don’t be so stereotypical, not all men are like that”
“I don’t believe you”
He sighed. “I have a wife”
“Where is she?”
“She’s sleeping.”
“I asked where”
“She’s sleeping.”
I stopped. “On a bed?”
“Yes”
“Why don’t you stay with her?”
“I can’t”
“Why?”
“She’s dead”
I stopped again. “I’m sorry”
“Nothing to be sorry about”
“But I am”
“I know you are”
“So stay away from me”

It took me a while to get used to seeing him. This placed was mine after all, for such a long time. But I guess, having a human to accompany me is still better. At least I know he won’t harm me in any form. We are now room-mates, you could say. And the room we’re talking about is this alley, ironic, but it is an accommodation, it’s warmer than outside.

“Now where are you from?” He asks me.
“England”
“I meant how did you get here?” He asks again.
“I ran away from home”
“Why?” He asks too much.
“Because I want to”
“Why do you want to?” Annoying man.
“Because I don’t like it there”
“Why don’t you like it there?” People say if you do what they want then they’ll get bored and stop.
“Because I hate my step-mom”
“Why do you hate her?” I controlled myself.
“She’s evil, non-human, she’s so cunning that she can make anyone, anything, do whatever she tells them to do or more precisely, make them do.“ It felt kind of good to express what you have in mind.
“Then why do you hate her?” He asked
“Because she also killed my mom”
“How did she kill your mum?” He kept asking.
“Why should I tell you?”
“My wife died out of coldness and hunger, now it’s your turn.”
“Fine…My mom had heart problems, when she found out that my dad is with another woman, she had a heart attack and died.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“But I am”
“So get away from me”
“Are you joking?”
“No I’m not, I’m serious”
“Why do I have to get away from you, it’s you who have to get away from me.”
“Because you have a step-mom”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because I want to”

Both of us are now silent, I stare at him and smiled.

“Kid, I’m telling you, go home, you have a home to return to.”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you do, now listen to me. If you stay here on the street, you’ll eventually die out…Like how my wife died. The reason why she lived on the street was exactly the same reason as your’s.”
“But I hate her.”
“Yes, sure you do, but you’ll hate the street even worse, I guarantee you. You’ll regret it one day not returning home.”
“They won’t welcome me.”
“My wife though so also, but when I visited her house, they were dying to find her.”
“What did they do when you told them the news?”
“They cried”
“Did they miss her while she is gone?”
“Yes, a lot”
“How does she feel about that?”
“Scared, and she was about to return home.”
“But if I go, will you go back to your home?”
“No I won’t”
“Why?”
“I have no Home.”
“How about your wife’s house? They surely accept you as their son.”
“They didn’t, that’s why I’m here.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Go, no more time for jokes, I bet your Home is waiting for you.”
“But how about you?”
“I live the life of a bird, I fly wherever I want, I fly far.”
“Will you visit me?”
“Sure I will”

He was right, my family did welcomed me, and my step-mom is not as bad as I though.
Life on the street is not so very hard with a friend.
Whenever I visit the road where the Alley lies, I would search for him or other Homeless people, and I would spare them a few cents from my saving.
That would last them a day or two, I bet.
Now that I see, many people are in worse positions than me.
I was lucky. I had a home to return to, no matter what lies there.

I saw him again that day.
He was lying there. I wonder what happened.
Maybe he’s just sleeping, I should leave him.
I mean, he have a whole world to fly around, it couldn’t end here, right?
In front of the alley.
“I live the life of a bird, I fly wherever I want, I fly far.”
Maybe he has finished his journey, that’s why he returned here.
Or should I just accept the truth?
I should.
Fly far, my friend, fly to your wife.

Description
The devil is still there.
Why doesn’t she move? I’m so tired of having to hide away from her. What else does she want from me? I have nothing left, none whatsoever.
I hate her, I really do, no matter what she might be. She’s evil, non-human, she’s so cunning that she can make anyone, anything, do whatever she tells them to do or more precisely, make them do. She may be in control of my dad and many other fools, but not me, she’ll never control me, never.

The life on the street is harder than I though.
No food, no drink, no shelter, no one to look after you, or at least, show that they care about you, and that they will miss you if you’re gone. Not even in my dreams.
Money is never enough unless you gain more. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job by looking for one. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job by looking for one that don’t even exist. Money is never enough unless you gain more by having a job by looking for one that don’t even exist for your level of society.
I’m hungry.
I had at least a 100 pounds from my savings, I though it’ll last me a month or so.
Not merely one week.
I have 1 pound and 5 cents left in my pocket. Yes I am sure, I counted it over and over.
Now that I know how, it should last me another week. The 1 dollar and 5 pence.
Without being robbed, of course.
But who would rob 1 pound and 5 cent from a 12 years old girl?
I’m hungry.

I pick the small pillow I bough with me up.
The tooth is still there, where is the fairy?
…Even the kind-hearted fairy is disgust of me?
Why? It’s not my fault.
Tears are running down my cheeks, those that were once pink and fresh.
It’s so warm that I though I’ll catch it and save it from freezing in my palms.
It didn’t help, it froze even faster between my cold hands.

Oh, here’s the kitty, are you here to accompany me?
I’m sorry but I afraid I can’t understand you. Pardon, what did you say?
No really, I swear I heard a human voice from you.
Oh never mind that, maybe that’s just my mind.
I’m getting old you know? It seems like it’s my third year here already.
Have I ever told you’re the story of the red hood?
You already knew? That’s fine, I have loads of other stories that my mum used to tell me before I go to sleep.
“Dream sweet dreams, honey.” That what she normally says before leaving me in sleeps.
But I don’t sleep, I know what she is up to. She never sleeps.
She’s sick, after all. If I can save myself right now, why weren’t I able to save her?

She’s gone.

“Oh please, ma’am, I’ve been hungry for three days. Just spare me something, anything, a coin, 5 cent, please. Please, please, plea-”
“Now now dear, how many times do I have to tell you, what part of no don’t you understand?” She smile and placed her hand on my shoulder “Now I’ve got a whole party to go to. Um huh huh huh huh.” She laughed ridiculously like how She laughs. “I’m busy, see? So later, dear.” And she walks off.
I stare after her. How can she?
Do I even look like I’m lying?
Heartless monsters! Die! Rot in hell!
And I hesitated, I don’t know if I want her to hear those words or not anymore.

I had nothing else to do but returned to my corner behind the bin.
I’m used to the smell, it’s the only place I have to hide.
The bin itself is also way hidden in a dead-end alley.
She must still haven’t discovered this place.
Otherwise I won’t be here.

A man suddenly settled into my area.
It’s so dark that it’s hard to see his face.
I know that he is also a homeless, like me, because of the style of clothing he is wearing.
It seems a bit too awkwardly clean for a stylish homeless fashion though.
I analysed him closely and carefully, just to make sure. It’s what all homeless people do when meeting one another.

“Go away from me.”
“Why?” He asked
“I’ve seen men of your type before.”
He hesitated. “Don’t be so stereotypical, not all men are like that”
“I don’t believe you”
He sighed. “I have a wife”
“Where is she?”
“She’s sleeping.”
“I asked where”
“She’s sleeping.”
I stopped. “On a bed?”
“Yes”
“Why don’t you stay with her?”
“I can’t”
“Why?”
“She’s dead”
I stopped again. “I’m sorry”
“Nothing to be sorry about”
“But I am”
“I know you are”
“So stay away from me”

It took me a while to get used to seeing him. This placed was mine after all, for such a long time. But I guess, having a human to accompany me is still better. At least I know he won’t harm me in any form. We are now room-mates, you could say. And the room we’re talking about is this alley, ironic, but it is an accommodation, it’s warmer than outside.

“Now where are you from?” He asks me.
“England”
“I meant how did you get here?” He asks again.
“I ran away from home”
“Why?” He asks too much.
“Because I want to”
“Why do you want to?” Annoying man.
“Because I don’t like it there”
“Why don’t you like it there?” People say if you do what they want then they’ll get bored and stop.
“Because I hate my step-mom”
“Why do you hate her?” I controlled myself.
“She’s evil, non-human, she’s so cunning that she can make anyone, anything, do whatever she tells them to do or more precisely, make them do.“ It felt kind of good to express what you have in mind.
“Then why do you hate her?” He asked
“Because she also killed my mom”
“How did she kill your mum?” He kept asking.
“Why should I tell you?”
“My wife died out of coldness and hunger, now it’s your turn.”
“Fine…My mom had heart problems, when she found out that my dad is with another woman, she had a heart attack and died.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”
“But I am”
“So get away from me”
“Are you joking?”
“No I’m not, I’m serious”
“Why do I have to get away from you, it’s you who have to get away from me.”
“Because you have a step-mom”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because I want to”

Both of us are now silent, I stare at him and smiled.

“Kid, I’m telling you, go home, you have a home to return to.”
“No I don’t”
“Yes you do, now listen to me. If you stay here on the street, you’ll eventually die out…Like how my wife died. The reason why she lived on the street was exactly the same reason as your’s.”
“But I hate her.”
“Yes, sure you do, but you’ll hate the street even worse, I guarantee you. You’ll regret it one day not returning home.”
“They won’t welcome me.”
“My wife though so also, but when I visited her house, they were dying to find her.”
“What did they do when you told them the news?”
“They cried”
“Did they miss her while she is gone?”
“Yes, a lot”
“How does she feel about that?”
“Scared, and she was about to return home.”
“But if I go, will you go back to your home?”
“No I won’t”
“Why?”
“I have no Home.”
“How about your wife’s house? They surely accept you as their son.”
“They didn’t, that’s why I’m here.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Go, no more time for jokes, I bet your Home is waiting for you.”
“But how about you?”
“I live the life of a bird, I fly wherever I want, I fly far.”
“Will you visit me?”
“Sure I will”

He was right, my family did welcomed me, and my step-mom is not as bad as I though.
Life on the street is not so very hard with a friend.
Whenever I visit the road where the Alley lies, I would search for him or other Homeless people, and I would spare them a few cents from my saving.
That would last them a day or two, I bet.
Now that I see, many people are in worse positions than me.
I was lucky. I had a home to return to, no matter what lies there.

I saw him again that day.
He was lying there. I wonder what happened.
Maybe he’s just sleeping, I should leave him.
I mean, he have a whole world to fly around, it couldn’t end here, right?
In front of the alley.
“I live the life of a bird, I fly wherever I want, I fly far.”
Maybe he has finished his journey, that’s why he returned here.
Or should I just accept the truth?
I should.
Fly far, my friend, fly to your wife.