I was dreaming. Dreaming that while standing there and waiting for her to come, I was taken away by people with guns. They had thrown me into the backseat of a stolen car and drove off. I think I was crying , even though I knew the proper authorities would find me and take me back to her I was crying. I was scared…. As my captors slowed to enter the freeway I took the momentary slowness to jump out of the car. My shoulder hit the concrete and they proceeded on without me. I looked around having no clue where I was at. I walked to the sidewalk holding my arm where this boy began to laugh at me. I snapped.
“Shut the hell up you don’t know what it’s like. Oh cuz you think your so cool with your stupid tattoo get the hell off my case dumb a**!”
He had frowned and walked away. I was crying again and calling for her. Where was she… Where was my mother? I wanted my mother, was that wrong? I walked under the under pass and into what looked like a disaster zone. All of downtown Sacramento look like a bomb had gone off. The buildings were crumbling and falling and bulldozers were tearing buildings down. There was only one path and after asking what happened I got a cheery response that made me ignore the warning and go down the only path there was and still I could not find her.
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