Original Writing - Homeless
Original Writing
Homeless
Alan marched in my room and grabbed me. He slapped me straight across my face. Now I had a stinging cut, gushing with blood on my forehead. With that Alan left me alone crying in my room. He knew the pain he was causing me, that's why he hurt me even more. I was battered and could already feel the bruises on my arms. The cut across my forehead wasn't deep but it stung. I have to get out of this place it's driving me mad, I've got to find away of getting out, but how? I wiped my tears away from my eyes; the blood ran down my face, I went over to my dressing table and patched up my face. I got changed into my nightclothes and quickly climbed into bed before anyone heard me.
I heard mum come in from work. Straight away her and Alan began arguing, what a surprise it was over me. Alan was saying that I was a little cow and needed teaching a lesson and he was the one to sort me out, yeah right. I was so scared that Alan would come upstairs and begin hurting me again. I don't think I could take any more of this.
The shouting stopped, someone was coming upstairs and coming across the landing,
Oh no! They were heading to my room. My heart jumped into my mouth, as the handle slowly began to go down, they were coming in. I quickly screwed up my eyes and pretended to be asleep. It was my mum, I gave a sigh of relief.
She came up behind me; I could feel her hot breath on my neck, the hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up; she kissed me softly on the cheek. Then slowly moved across to my ear and whispered,
"Everything's going to be alright don't worry dear".
The following morning I awoke to find Alan standing over me smiling; He was evil and I knew what was coming next.
"You're all mine", he mumbled deeply.
All of a sudden he grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me up standing me in my camisole.
"Don't you look pretty", he shouted?
He ripped at my camisole until it came off; I was so frightened I began to cry I couldn't help myself.
"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you I love you".
Yeah right that's why I'm stood here naked frightened to death. He let go of my hair and told me to lie on my bed, I did as I was told.
He got undressed until he was naked himself; I got up and ran for the door.
"Don't even think about it there's no one to help you, no one cares".
He tied me to the bed, I began kicking and screaming but there was nothing I could do. He grabbed his belt and began whipping me with it, it hurt so much the pain was unbearable, and all I could do was scream, until I fainted.
The next thing I can remember I was laid on my bed naked, with red strap marks all over my body. I cried and cried, I got up and dressed.
I knew that this was the time to go, gathering some personal things together throwing them into my bag. I went into my mum's room, heading for the dressing table opening her top draw and in a tin just as I thought was her savings, I took them, it was about £150.
It would do for now. Where was I going to go? I didn't know but anywhere was better than here. I wrote my mum a letter telling her why I was going and hoped she understood.
With that I picked up my stuff and went no turning back. I made my way to the bus station and bought a ticket to London, it cost £18.00, I waited for what seemed ages.
It eventually came I got on showing my ticket to the driver and made my way to the back of the bus. It felt ...
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It would do for now. Where was I going to go? I didn't know but anywhere was better than here. I wrote my mum a letter telling her why I was going and hoped she understood.
With that I picked up my stuff and went no turning back. I made my way to the bus station and bought a ticket to London, it cost £18.00, I waited for what seemed ages.
It eventually came I got on showing my ticket to the driver and made my way to the back of the bus. It felt like everyone was looking at me, I became extremely nervous. It took ages to get to London, hours and hours in fact. When I arrived in London, it looked amazing, I breathed in the city air. Coming from a town in Nottinghamshire it seemed enormous. People were just scurrying around trying to get to their destinations on time. I couldn't believe that I'm actually in London, the capital city of England.
I wandered around for a bit until I began to get cold, so I went into a coffee bar and had a coffee. I sat there wondering what the person passing by had in London, a job, family, career. More than that I wished it could have been me.
After I drank my coffee I left and decided to look for a place to live.
I walked around looking for a place to stay; it took me ages before I found a place. The card read "A room price negotiable".
I asked someone where I might find the street and they pointed me in the right direction. I went up to the door and rang the doorbell seemed a nice area to live in.
A tall dark haired man answered the door:
"Can I help you?" he asked "Yes I'm looking for a room", I said shyly.
He replied, "Well you've come to the right place you had better come in".
He took me upstairs and showed me to a room, it had a cooker, bed and sink. It wasn't bad and would do for now anyway, it could have been worse I told myself.
"How much?" I asked.
" £30 a week" was the reply.
"I'll take it, is £60 enough?"
"Plenty" he said. I handed him the cash and closed the door behind him.
Here I was in the capital of England in my own room, cold and exhausted after the journey. So I decided to have a lie down and sleep.
When I awoke I found it was morning, I must have been tired, the first good nights sleep in ages. I went down to the Job Centre to see if I could find any work, but as I was only 14 it was very hard and, you guessed it, there was nothing. I spent all day sat in the park watching the world go by. Everyone just doing their own thing they seemed like they didn't have a care in the world.
Before I knew it was getting dark so I decided to go back to my room, I collapsed on the bed.
I was woken all of a sudden by a knocking on the door, I opened the door to the dark haired man again.
"Just thought I'd let you know rents due in three days".
I shut the door, what was I going to do I hadn't enough money. I'd spent it all on food because I was so hungry.
The three days went by quickly and the man came to my door.
" I am sorry; I haven't got the money", I told him.
He kicked me out there and then, well what did I expect he wasn't going to let me stay when I hadn't the money was he. I walked for a bit as it gradually became dark, the cold numbed my body and I couldn't feel my feet. I found a doorway and sat down, I got out my roll which was a sleeping bag and a rucksack. I pulled it close to my body. It was so cold my body became all iced up. I was so stiff I couldn't move and because I couldn't move I couldn't sleep. I decided to go for a walk. I walked for ages then decided to have another go at going to sleep. I got to sleep, for a while anyway, not long though, the cold seemed to have an effect on me, I was numb and my head was spinning.
For the first time in my life I watched the sun rise, it was a beautiful site.
I had a little money but not much, so I decided to go and have a coffee to warm me up.
The night before had been hard; I don't think I've ever spent a night without being in a warm bed, having no sleep makes you very weak and tired.
I walked past a lad. He asked me if I had any spare change for the homeless, I hadn't thought about it before but I guess, come to think about it, that's what I was the homeless.
This shocked me; I sat down on a bench to calm myself down. I got myself in a place where I could watch him, I watched him all day. He didn't make much money, a few quid.
He left after a while so I decided to follow him, I think he realised I was following him because he kept turning round. I kept darting out of the way so he couldn't see me but still I think he knew. Now I was right behind him, too close for my liking.
He turned round suddenly and grabbed my throat pushing me up against a wall. I don't think I've ever been more frightened in my life, well apart from Alan of course.
"What do you want?" he screamed at me.
" Nothing, I'm sorry".
He released his hand from around my throat.
"I'm homeless and just wanted some tips on the best places and how to survive", I whimpered.
"Do you now?",
"I didn't mean to cause any harm", I couldn't help it , I started to cry.
"Don't cry, come on" he said, passing me a dirty hankie. Well it was the thought that counts. He led me to a café I sat down and he brought me a coffee.
So what's your name then, I thought for a while then answered
"Layla".
I knew what my name was, why had It took me so long to answer him. Was I still frightened or was I being stupid?
"Mine's Mouldy". What a funny name wonder how he got it.
"Nice to meet you, so how old are you then?"
" 14", I replied.
"How long have you been living on the streets?"
"Not long about 2 days"
" Don't tell anyone that, they might rob you"
He looked deep into my eyes, after a while I had to look away as I began to blush. Everything was silent for quite a while; he broke the silence.
"So then, why were you following me?"
" I wasn't" answering him sharply and in a nasty tone.
I calmed myself down then spoke in a more friendly way.
"I didn't mean to, I just need some tips on how to fend for myself". "Oh I see, and I suppose you want me to help you?"
I didn't know how to answer this, was it a rhetorical question or was he actually waiting for an answer.
I answered anyway.
"Yes please". Quietly so that I didn't really hear myself.
He seemed to hear me though.
"Well I'll just have to see about that won't I; Sup up".
I drank my coffee quite quickly and left the café, with Mouldy.
He led me back to the place where he had been begging.
"Just ask" he said.
What does that mean? I said in my head. He started asking people if they had any spare change, I couldn't do that I wasn't begging I'd rather starve.
"Well what you waiting for?"
I didn't say anything I was too shocked. I thought it was best to do as I was told. I asked a well-dressed man if he could spare any change, he just ignored me and carried on walking. I asked a women this time, she looked friendlier but yet again she was well dressed. She put her hand out and dropped some change into my hand.
I can't do this it doesn't feel right taking peoples money. Thinking to myself I wish I could earn my own money. Mouldy jumped into my daydream.
"Well done come on you've got to make more than that if you want to live".
I heard a church bell strike six, 6 o' clock already. Mouldy came up to me.
"Come on lets get something to eat".
We went to a little café on the outskirts of Soho it was rough and scruffy, but who was I to call anything scruffy. We sat at a table and ate a sandwich with a cup of tea. Into the café walked in two men and a woman they came over to us, they seemed to know Mouldy.
Mouldy introduced me.
" James, Spider, Tammy I'd like you to meet Layla".
"Hi nice to meet you" they said, all three then left to get a drink.
"Come on time to go" said Mouldy; we walked for a while as darkness drew in, not knowing where we were going. I finally got the courage to ask Mouldy where we were going.
"Where are we going? I'm taking you somewhere we can sleep".
Finally we got to where we were going. He paid a man 50p, we went down some steep steps, when we got to the bottom it was a big room.
Laid on the floor were lots of homeless people sleeping. I didn't think that there were this many people on the streets. The room was dark, smelly, damp and very cramped. We stepped over everyone and got to a space, we spread our sleeping bags out together and huddled up. I fell to sleep straight away; I suppose it was good having someone to keep me warm. I forgot to ask him how old he was. Oh well it can wait till the morning.
When I awoke the following morning Mouldy was waiting for me.
" Come on you lets go get a wash".
He took me to some public toilets; it smelt so bad it was dreadful I couldn't stand it.
Anyway I held my breath for as long as I could; going to the toilet, well I tried to. There was chewing gum all over the first seat and tissue paper on the next, when I finally did get one that was reasonably okay I went but you guessed it no toilet paper. Don't you hate that?
I washed my hands and face and went and waited for Mouldy. He came out about ten minutes after me. All day we did what we had done the day before begged for money.
I decided I would go and sit down. I huddled myself up in a corner and begged as people walked by. I must have fallen asleep because I can't remember anything else.
It was so cold I couldn't feel anything any more my hands, my feet, my fingers what was I to do? All I could see was the sun shining down on my face and running in a field to my mum. It was one of those days that you cannot describe no matter what.
I awoke suddenly. It was beginning to get dark; I scanned around for Mouldy, but he was nowhere to be seen.
I began to panic but then thought it wasn't so bad.
I wish I were back with my mum, on a field playing games with the sun blazing down. I miss her, what would I give to be with her, everything.
Then suddenly I was startled by a voice saying now then what have we here.
Looking up seeing two policemen, frightened and a little bewildered I said hello.
They asked how old I was,
"17" I replied hoping they would go away and leave me.
" I don't think so lovely "said the policeman.
"We've been looking for you".
They helped me to my feet and said they were taking me to the local police station to reunite me with mum.
Shy was waiting for me. Apparently mum had read my letter, called the police and had Alan arrested who confessed to what he had done.
What a relief! Mum, whatever you do or say, I'll always love you no matter what!
