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I Ran Away
Street Kid |
you can steal, beg for money, become involved in prostitution, or sell drugs. Every day is the same...
Stories from street kids who ran away!
Romeo It’s eleven o’clock. “What will I do for some food?” I think as I swat another stupid mosquito off of me. If I had money I would get a car and build a place for kids like me. That way they could feel secure and safe. I remember those days when I had it all money, car, and family. Family that word drives me crazy. I miss those days when I just had to go to school, come back and kiss my mom. My dad waz hardly ever home, but when he was he was using and abusing. I had to go to school with bruises and say that I got into a fight because if I didn’t I would get it back ten times worse. But, all and all home was better than the streets. It’s so dark, I wish that I could light up a joint so that I wouldn’t feel so cold and hurt. I wish that I could touch the stars. They are so far away and peaceful with no problems to worry about. Millions of companions to stand by in a galaxy that they call there home. I close my eyes to relax my thoughts and all I can feel is the anger inside of me. All the problems and pain that I have gone through. So many words to describe the pain, so many feelings that I hide. They wish that they could come out but I refuse to realize them. Winds so cold and nowhere to hide and sleep. Closing my eyes is dangerous because I don’t know who is out there. I don’t know who is good or who is bad? So many bad intentions on the street because everything is for survival. On the streets you live by depending only on yourself. Romeo
When I was sixteen I met a guy who I liked very much and we became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were both on the streets so we hung out all of the time. One night I was lying down in our squat and he laid next to me. We started kissing but I quickly told him that I wanted to stop because I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. He kept kissing me so I told him to stop again but he got on top of me instead. He wouldn’t stop and when he pinned me to the ground I yelled and screamed at him. He forced himself on me and raped me. I never thought that it would happen to me. The more I thought about it, the more I began questioning
what actually happened. I wondered, “Because he is my boyfriend
does that mean that I had to let him have sex with me?” I waited 3 years before I told my grandmother what had happened. When I talked to her it was such a relief. I cried a lot because to finally have someone believe me and listen to me made me feel like I had been cleaned. It is important that when something like this happens to you to tell someone you trust. If you have a sickening feeling after someone does something to you, don’t think you deserved or asked for it. That overwhelming feeling is your body telling you that you were harmed and no one should be harmed by anyone. If you feel that you cannot tell someone don’t keep it in. Try writing about it. Don’t ever blame yourself. Sarah Matt Matt used to sleep on the trolley tracks because they gave off some warmth during the night. The last trolley ran at 11:00p.m. and didn’t start up again until 6:00a.m so he could get a few hours sleep. Every morning the trolley guards would wake him up by kicking him and telling him to move on. He could have found a place where he wasn’t kicked every morning, but he thought that the warmth was worth the aches and pains from the guard’s boots. Besides, the cold lasted all night and into the day. Matt said that his side never hurt for more than a half-hour. One morning it was six o’clock and time to wake up. Matt’s alarm clock was kicking him in the stomach but he couldn’t get up. The kicks came harder and harder as the guards got more and more upset that he wasn’t moving. A boot hit him right in the stomach, knocking almost all of the wind out of him. With his last gust of breath he screamed, “Please stop kicking me! I’m trying to get up, but my hair is frozen to the track!” Matt Jason The streets are a very strange and lonely place. As a street kid you don’t belong anywhere. I didn’t feel like I belonged at home but that was nothing to being lost in a big city. Nobody notices you. There are a lot of people out there that can point out street kids. For some reason or another they just know, and they prey on homeless kids everyday. I was walking down a dark highway on my way back to my squat late one night. I was cold and tired when this guy in a car pulled up next to me and asked me, “Do you need a ride.” I knew better and replied, “No.” But he kept asking me if I needed a ride. I knew what he wanted, I think I tried to pretend it was just in my head. Then he started to get louder and he yelled, “ I’ll give ya fifty bucks if you will sleep with me!” I couldn’t believe I was being approached by an old man. To tell you the truth I was terrified. “I have a knife and I will cut you if you come near me,” I said. I could hear my voice crack. I knew I was almost crying. I prayed that he didn’t hear my voice crack. He drove off and I walked the rest of the way to my squat looking over my shoulder. The whole night I kept waking up to the sound of every noise. What if he followed me or watched me go into the bushes? My squat wouldn’t be that hard to find. I wished I were safe. After that night I started to get approached on the highway more often. I had to find a safer place to go so I packed up my squat and headed downtown. It isn’t much better but at least I’m not alone. I live on a rooftop with a lot of drug addicts. They are always bothering me for drugs or wanting me to get high with them. It really sucks but it isn’t as scary as the perverts. I don’t trust anyone, but at least I’m not put into a situation where men approach me. I just want to feel like I belong somewhere. Jason |
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Abuse
never ends on the streets.
