I have lived in England for a full week. My dad had managed to get us a small apartment. I hate it here. I haven’t smiled at all this whole trip. My dad tries to make me, but it never works. The first day here, I realized my phone work, so I couldn’t talk to Macy. I miss her so much.
I’m always in my tiny new room. The walls were plain white when we moved in, but now it’s covered with photos of memories I had kept in my journal. I always look at my journal before I go to sleep, reading it and then crying myself to sleep.
Then one night, I decide I couldn’t live my dad any more. I couldn’t stand it. Being cooped up. I didn’t know anyone, or even where we were. I put my phone in my back pocket and jumped out of the window, onto the floor.
I didn’t feel anything when I left. I knew in a couple minutes, I’ll be lost, but I didn’t care, I wanted to be as far away from my new ‘house’.
I walked for a couple minutes. I looked around frantically. Then I realized I had no money. I was hungry. I couldn’t see any clean water. I was thirsty. I checked my phone. It was half charged. I had left at the wrong time. I walked on the side of the road and walked into an alley.
I slumped against the wall. How could this happen? My stomach growled. I clutched it and kept sitting. I miss everyone that I had known. My sister, my mom, my friends, and now my dad. I miss them all. I started crying.
I must have fallen asleep. I looked up from where I was. I was still in the alley. And I could tell it was around three in the afternoon because of the sun’s position. I sighed and try to get up. Then pain shot into my body. I clutch my stomach painfully and slouch back on the ground. I was hungry, thirsty and weak. Another rush of pain shot through me.
I winced in pain. Then it shot through me again. I couldn’t hold it in. I cried out painfully. “Help!” Then I felt everything start to disappear. Great I was dying in an alley. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Then a figure run up to me and everything blacked out.