John, “Johnny” a homeless 18 year old whose been through alot

Johnny turned down a narrow alley, shivering he leaned against one of the buildings. It provided him a bit of cover to stay dry, the wind was blowing so hard that the rain came down at such an angle that if one were to stand vertical to some thing they could almost stay dry. Still, even though he was now not in the rain Johnny was already soaked at this point, and the freezing temperature and wind weren’t doing him any favors. As his hands trembled he exhaled on to them in a vain attempt that the heat might bring some feeling back into his fingers. What was going to do, where was he gonna go?

Johnny had no idea, he had run away from another foster family. Foster family, hah what a fucking joke to call them by that name. None of the homes he had been to were anything short of a twister parody of a family unit. Druggies, abusers, that one couple who tried to have their way with him when he was only 13 years old. How the hell half of them got cleared to be forester parents he had no idea. Though it wasn’t like the ones running the orphanage really seemed to care. Long as he got shipped out the door they didn’t care where the hell he went. That coupled with the fact of his long chart of mental issues, why should they believe him when he said he had a reason for running away all the time. Just blame it on his shattered mind, why actually do your fucking jobs, when you can just call the kid crazy! He’s just a crazy boy, you know how males can be always with there over active imaginations!!

In anger Johnny slammed his fist against the wall. As sharp pain then resonated from his fist. As he turned to look, he saw a piranha had bitten into his hand! Panicked he shook his hand, and the piranha blurred out of existence. Damn it, another hallucination! Johnny hated them so much, when they happened his emotions just went hey wire. Even if he knew what he was seeing couldn’t possibly be real his brain would just lose it. Johnny’s hand was still in pain though, looking at it he saw a large cut on the side. Seemed he had slammed his fist against a sharp protruding stone on the wall. Some of blood dripped down to the puddles on the ground, the red liquid mucking the fresh rain water. At least the cold seemed to numb some off the pain. Small blessings he supposed.

“Hey what are you doing here!” An authoritative voice asked as a light was shined into Johnny’s face.

The light blinded him for a second as
Johnny’s eyes then adjusted to see a blonde women in a security guard outfit.

“This is private property what are you doing here?” You woman again spoke in a accusatory tone.

“Just getting out of the rain.” Johnny said

“Yeah well this is private property beat it!” The security guard barked.

“The fucking alley is private property?” Johnny said almost laughing at how stupid that was.

“Yeah it is, and if you don’t leave I’ll be **** to remove you boy.” You guard woman said as she took a step closer, and pulled out her baton.

“Fine, I’m leaving.” Johnny said turning away to leave.

“Fucking junkie...”

Johnny heard the guard say under her breath as she started to walk away. The insult made him want to whip around, and punch her right in the face. He didn’t though,he knew it wouldn’t end well for him. She was quite a bit larger, and taller then him as well. He also wasn’t to keen on getting arrested either, as with his luck they would either throw the book at him, or lock him up in psych ward, and pump him full of pills. Johnny clenched his fists as he went back out into the rain, the open wound on his hand dripped blood into the water again as he did.

Now thrown to the rain again, Johnny was even more cold then before. Thoroughly soaked again, ice had started to freeze on to his jean jacket. His nose was running, and he had lost feeling most of his body now. The hallucinations had also returned again. Johnny’s vision was filled with dancing lights as his ears rang with a high pitched ringing. He was at his breaking point. It was all just suffering, no one was here for him, no one loved him, his life had been continues pain for so long. He had enough. Johnny looked towards the street, watching as a pair of head lights headed his way down the street him. He waited for them to come closer, then he simply flung himself forwards, and closed his eyes.