All alone

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Say hi to Skylar, a sixteen year old boy who ran away from his home at only ten years old due to drug addict parents and an abusive father. In need of a job he walks into a getgo store and applied, not knowing that his life would be forever changed.

Submitted: June 12, 2014

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All alone

My name is Skylar and I am sixteen years old.  When I was ten years old, I decided to run away from my abusive home in Michigan. My father and mother were drug addicts—they were nothing but trouble and stoners. My father was severely abusive towards me. I had nobody to turn to, and nobody to let my feelings out to. I was an only child, but sometimes I think that’s good because I was the only one who had to take the pain from father’s beatings and verbal abuse. I use sit in my room and think about how life would be with different parents. I knew one thing for sure, I would have a better life than I do. I remember crying myself to sleep each and every night, listening to the rain pelt against my windows

I roam the streets and sleep under whatever I can manage to find that night. I scrounge whatever kind of food off of the streets that I happen to find. People stare at me when I walk down the streets. I am scared that I will never find a home. I do not want to see my parents but I still stay in the same town from where I was born. But yet I’m happy that it’s all over.

I have learned how to live on the streets and how to survive, but sometimes I do get a little lonely. I wonder what life will be like when I find a job and a home. Even though it hasn’t happened yet I still have hope for my future. I would imagine that it would be like heaven compared to my life before. People would think a mansion would be heaven, but now living on the streets—just having a bed to sleep in at night would be the closest to heaven that I could get.  But, if I want to think big—then I would think of my life to have a lot more in it.  
I would like to have someone to talk to. To live with to laugh with I would love life without the heart ache of living alone. I would like to live in a house and eat actual food and have a job that pays. I am happy with just being able to live on the streets. I would like to have a car when I get older so I can go to work and not have to walk to work instead if I ever get a job.

I walk down the street and onto a back road and I lean against a brick wall to think an I find that I’m looking at a getgo gas station I run up to it and think “This is it, this is my moment. This is how my life is going to get better.” I walk in I go to the counter and ask the manager If we can talk privately we go in the back room and I ask her for a job I did not have a stable home or phone number so I did not get the job. I begged her for a second time for the job and I told her I was homeless and needed a job and she finally gave in. 

We start talking and she told me that he son has been missing for six years. An astonished look washed over my face as I told her that I ran away from home six years ago. We looked at each other for a while then she asked me what my name was. This couldn’t be my mother. Or could it? I have to admit, she did look a little bit like me.
It turs out that she was my mother I also figured out that she had quit drugs and now we are living in a double wide trailer.  Life now is much better because my dad was gone he had died from drugs.  I have a bed and food and everything that I hadn’t had before. This was all I could have ever asked for, this was heaven. It turns out that all I needed was the comforting love of my mother. 


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