The Money.

(remember i'm only twelve, thanks!)

THE MONEY.

I sat there chewing my bread silently in the bitter cold. My only companion being the old worn ou cap which sat askew on my limp greasy hair. I chewed slowly as the dry bread scraped down my throat. I shuddered, I needed a drink. So badly. I could taste the cool water pouring down my throat. Oh, I wanted a drink so badly…

I would drink poison if it meant this deep scratchy ache would dissapear. I felt the need to die, to have this all over and done with, but death? Death didn’t sound as nearly appealing as money. That was the only path to stop this crippiling pain.

Money.

Something I don’t have, not since… Well, that doesn’t matter now. The past is the past. I needed the money, the money to buy me a drink, the money to buy me shelter, the money to buy me food. I just needed a little money.

 The darkness grew to a radiant bright blue, then again to darkness. Fading in and out of each I still was thirsty. All I needed was some money!

Before long the blue faded into black once more, but I never saw a blue sky again. I was trapped into darkness, death had finally stopped the pain.