End Of The Line.

You are awoken by the sudden halt of the train, you wearily open your eyes and rub the sleep from them.

You then whince slightly when you hear the loud announcements through the speaker,

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the last stop on the railway today. I repeat last stop. Los Angeles is the end of the line. Please grab all personal belongings and items and leave the carriage via the exits.”

“Any and all luggage left will be confiscated by Railway employees, we thank you for choosing West Coast Railway for your travels. Have a safe and goodnight folks.”

The speaker then goes silent with a crackle and you realise that you are finally there, you look left and see Los Angeles in all its glory with the skyscrapers and all of the lights.

It seems so different from the orphanage growing up, a wild and unknown place full of mystery and dangers. Yes you may be intrigued by Los Angeles but with your luck you know that the infamous city of angels is really full of devils.

You walk off the carriage into a cold and dark platform with limited lights, you follow the zombie like crowd as they shamble off the platform into the busy streets below.

You break free from the crowd and are standing on the side walk of a small but busy street, you look around at different places and you get bumped into by a unknown person and fall into a freezing cold puddle below you.

Your brain goes into overdrive immediately as you feel the cold touch to your skin as it seeps through your clothes, you push yourself up off the ground and turn to look at the person but only see a group of people looking and laughing at you.

You look down at your soaked clothes and silently swear to yourself, you grab your bag full of clothes and make your way to a side ally.

You sink to your knees and silently calm yourself down, even though you have been through this a hundred times over it still stings.

Every time of every day, every chance you get to further yourself you get knocked down a peg just cause. I wasn’t fair but nothing is going to get solved or even better by sitting around all day.

So you got to your knees and pushed forward, wandering the dark streets of Los Angeles, seeking to find a shelter for the homeless or you might have to camp somewhere else tonight.

You feet become heavy and arms slacking from the constant carrying, you stopped by a intersection and dropped you bag, you then started to try approach different people asking for the closest homeless shelter is.

Many people either looked at you in disgust, simply ignored you and on three occasions insulted you for not getting a job and saying that you are the scum of society. You knew something like this would happen.

The people of this world that are prosperous and have a way of life won’t derail it for a second for another person, they see you and see weakness and shame. Thinking there has to be a reason for him to be like this or oh look a homeless person ew.

Especially in Los Angeles the home of Hollywood and many celebrities, even you know most of them it’s not hard to guess.

It seems that even after you fled your old life in Phoenix, running to get away. Life still has a way to get back at you for what ever reason.

So you like before you fall back on your own shadow leaning against a wall while others pass you by not even caring if you were even breathing.

Silent tears dropped from your face to the floor and you barely notice due to it being so common, it falls to the floor forming small circles on the pavement. Then you hear a sound of something being dropped.