Cursed Home

The rain poured down as my body rested on the side of the street, this is no place for a girl to close her eyes and sleep. In a moment I hope to talk to a stranger to keep my company and surely then, I would be at peace.

In my body I wanted to pee, as I look around the stores were without illumination but the ones further out seemed alive and I asked a kind gentlemen where I could go. He pointed towards a restaurant, but didn’t allow me to leave until he gave me his blanket.

Touched by this kind stranger, this man and protector I breathed a thank you and I left. After feeling gruntled and empty I went back to my spot and before I could close my eyes a lady told me where I should go. To seek help for shelter, she told me it would be fruitful, I just need to walk in.

On my way down I was filled with so much love and gratitude, it was amazing to have this river running through the city; it was so lovely to be underneath the moon. I didn’t feel so much alone when I looked at the trees and watched the cars passing by and felt the rain on my face.

But it wasn’t too much longer, that I would feel so afraid and preyed on. It wasn’t much further that I would feel bare under the roof of the bus stop. At least though, behind me was the building that I needed to enter, it is there I must go to find help.

I cuddled the blanket I was given and watched the same car circle twice, then again and once more. But that could be my imagination after all I desperately needed to sleep. The same car stopped in front of me and a similar one went pass, maybe that was a sign to trust this couple.

After I told them why I was homeless they offered for me to come live with them and to marry their son who was very lonely and sad. I did need a companion, if not the man that gave me his blanket then another who would have me.

As I stepped onto their driveway I realised it was a house and not an apartment, something I wasn’t used to. Moments went by and I started to feel at home, until my soon to be husband yelled at me for not greeting him before I did his sister.

I could hear shouting upstairs and as if the woman was beating her husband, I could’ve sworn they were still in the living room with me. Weirdly and almost instantly our argument calmed down and there’s went on.