I sigh with my day starting cold; my stomach feels ripped out with how little I have eaten in the past few days. The time is ticking; I think this might be the last time I open my eyes again. So I try and stand up but at no eval as my feet and legs are too weak to stand. "once more should do the trick!" I think to myself. With one swift move, I was standing but not without the pain in my feet and legs, begging to rest and heal. Unfortunately, I have no time to relax; if I do, that may be my last. I started to walk the coldness of the morning wind was enough to wake me from my dazed state. The pain was worse than before. As I was ready to walk, I thought, "Why is this happening to me? I don't understand; I don't!"

As the birds' chirp, I begin to walk. The smell of my body is horrid as I have not showered in many weeks. I try to keep clean, but it is impossible the way things are. If I go into the store, I will just be chased out, saying, "You are scaring away the customers! Go get a job, you bum." If I could get a job, I would, but I don't have one. I have no place to sleep and no one to call family; they all left me in the dust to die and rot in a hole. The more I think, the more my stomach hurts, so I scavenge around to find anything I would eat and satisfy the intense hunger that I have been feeling for days until now. While searching, I spot a dark alleyway with many trash bags. I think, "this might be a good spot as it looks like no one has touched it yet. Maybe I can find something to eat!". As I search through the trash bags, I find a half-eaten burger. The drool coming from my mouth was nonstop. As I'm about to take a bite, someone puts their hand on my shoulder. I looked to see who it was, and someone punched me. I lost consciousness almost instantly. As I was closing my eyes, I asked why god? Why did this happen to me, god? as it all started to go black.

The cold breeze woke me in my deep sleep. As I regained consciousness, the coldness made me cry out in pain. My body is frostbitten. I can't feel anything. I try to get up the pain is unbearable. I wish I could tear my legs off and die in a ditch. No, NO! I say I mustn't do that. I would never do something like that because I am not like that. As I am slowly getting out of a daze, it hits me. The hunger is so bad I collapse I can barely think. It feels like I got shot in my stomach. I start to crawl desperately to a store anywhere that has warmth. I see it, but it gets farther and farther away as I cawl. It looks impossible to reach, so I stand back up using my non-existence strength and fall at the door in a desperate dash. I could fall halfway through, and the warmth was something I'd never felt before. The heat felt like a haven.

When I woke up, the light was so bright. Did I die? The more I looked around, the more I was confused, as the walls were all white. There was one door but nothing else. When I sat up, someone walked in to check on me. I asked them, "where am I at?". They just smiled and said, "Don't worry, you're fine."  As I tried my best to understand the situation, the person said, "you may be able to leave tomorrow as it looks like you are recovering well. So go back to sleep and save your energy." So I lay back down, and she puts a mask on my face. I start to panic, but my body starts to go numb. Nothing is listening to me. It's all going black again. My body feels warm, so warm...

I hear someone talking. I open my eyes, and it's my sister. I open my eyes and ask, "Why are you here?" She responds, "To get you, of course!"  So I start to stand up and walk out with her. I get into the car, and my mother and father say, "Hello!". I'm so happy I haven't seen them in years. I wonder why they did this now. Why haven't they done this when they threw me out of the house? Why now? They weren't worried about me, so why did they get me? When we get to the place, I walk to my room. It's unchanged. When I last was here, I asked, "Why is my room the same?" My mom said, "Well, we didn't need your stuff." I started to lie down and close my eyes. When I wake up, nothing has changed, so this isn't a dream? Wow.

I begin to get ready to try and get a job. I shower first so I can walk in there and look the best I can, as I haven't taken one in a long time. As I step into the shower, it feels incredible. I never want to leave this shower, but I have to. I started to walk to the nearby store as it said they were hiring. I asked to talk to the manager and take the job interview they accepted. I tried my best, and I got the job. I was so tired I fell asleep. The next day I went to work! I met this beautiful woman I'd never seen before when I got there. I was stunned by her beauty. I went to work stacking food, items, and clothes on the shelf and in the freezers. I started to walk "home" when I got there and knocked on the door; my sister answered, saying, "welcome back, bro!"

I stepped in, and it smelt incredible. I asked, "what is that smell?" she answered, "That's dinner." I said, "Okay." as I sat down, the smell was incredible. It smelt like smoked beef and pork with noodles. The drool from my mouth was nonstop. When I finished, I thanked her and went to my room. I'm so happy that I ate tonight, and I smell good. When I closed my eyes, I was expecting to wake up in my room. When I opened my eyes, there was a bright light. I sat up. The walls were white with only one door... Was that all a dream?

I start to open my eyes in disbelief. I sit up, and this lady walks into the room. She looks like she's worried. I ask her, "What's wrong?" She said, "You were asleep for three weeks!" I was what? Oh my… I don't understand why does this happen to me? I ask her, "Can I leave now?"

She responds, "Yes, you can." I start to get up a bunch of wires begin to pop off me. I can stand without any pain! That's a first in many years. I start to walk out of this place. I looked at what it was. It was a hospital for the mentally impaired or poor. I was shocked, but they weren't wrong. I needed some help. I started to walk on the cold sidewalk. The weather today isn't good. It might start raining or snowing. If that happens again, I have nowhere to sleep and may die again. So I began to find an area that could work if that does happen. I see a tiny space with a roof or something that would work. I set up a little place where I could survive, but ill never know until tomorrow.

The cold night is approaching; the breeze is horrid the floor isn't any better, but I think I could stay this night. When I close my eyes, I wake up in my bed. The room looks like my room. I stood up and looked around; it was my parent's house. I put some clothes on, and I look around. "This is too real to be a dream. What is happening?" I think to myself, my mother calls me for breakfast, so I go downstairs to eat. The smell of cooked eggs and bacon filled the house as she prepared the food. I sit down at the table with my intense hunger. I am barely able to contain myself. As soon as she puts my plate down, I start to dig in the food.

"This tastes real too. What is happening?" I think. How is this a dream? I begin to go to work, which I think I should do. There is always this young lady that always asks for me when she needs help. There's something I can look forward to every day. I worked my most challenging, and I got a raise! After a long day, I lay down and closed my eyes. I wake up back on the street. What is happening? I feel an intense feeling of hunger. I feel like I could fall and die right there. As I think about the dreams, I wonder, is it a dream or a different world? I walk to a nearby store, sit outside, and ask for money as I have nothing to eat. Many people walk past me without batting an eye. The breeze of the night is as cold as ice. My feet are numb; I can no longer feel my face. One person stopped and looked at me with a disgusted face and said, "Go get a job, bum." I can only look and frown as I have nothing to say.

I wish I could get a job. Unfortunately, I can't. I'm too uncanny looking to get a job. My teeth are yellow, my hair is messed up, and they'll never accept me as a worker for a job. I hope that one day I can get lucky. I hope one day I can find a check with $20,000 on it so I can get cleaned up and get a job. Oh well. Maybe it'll happen sometime. Plus, I hope I get to stop being insulted. Instead of being called a bum, perhaps someone will help me one day. I decided to walk in the streets to see If I could find any money. I walked around for about an hour and found about $5. This should be enough to buy me a small meal. Or, I can save it. I don't know. I think I would instead just buy the food. I'm starving, and I haven't had a meal in days. So I start walking back to the store and hoping for the best. I walk into the store "it's warm in here," I say. I am looking for a sandwich and maybe a drink. I grab the cheapest stuff I can find. I pay for my food, but the cashier looks at me with a horrid face. And I walk out with my food to not cause any trouble. I walk back to the little area I could rest in and start eating. The taste of this food is fantastic! I am pretty happy that I found that money. I could sleep easy tonight with a fullish stomach. I start to close my eyes. I hear a familiar voice. I open my eyes. It's my sister. What's happening?

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