Elisha
“Miss! You are not allowed to stay there!” I overheard the lady say to me. I was sitting on the slopped slab under the bridge, scribbling my thoughts at the moment. Most were my hate of Kyle and what he did to me.
“Yes…yes… maám….” I nodded, looking at the police in uniform. “I’ll just fix this, and I’ll go….” I added, putting the paper inside my bag and a dull colored pencil.
It was only six in the morning. The sun was almost out. It’s cold, but luckily, I had a good night’s sleep, even on the street. The bridge sheltered me and gave me warmth for the whole night.
“Okay. Come down quickly.”
“Yes…yes…” I agreed, taking my bottle of water and a small paper bag. I carefully walked down and faced the lady officer. “I shall go now… I’m sorry.” I told her before marching away.
