27 January 2013
I ran for a while, not really sure where I was going. I was running out the past 12 years of my life. I know they say to face your fears not run from them, but when your fears aren't really fears and yet you are afraid,you don't have a choice or at least I don't see one.
We have a train that runs all the way up to the big city where I can catch my flight and go for my acting career. I have an interview set up and I am ready to leave.
I get to the train station and board the first train headed to the big city I find. I get to Matter Field with little time to get to the airport. I race there and get on the plane as they call the late people. The flight takes me to Las Angeles. I grab my duffle bag and hit the street. I'm not afraid of the people who don't look so nice or the homeless because I am one of them. I am nothing. I am lower than snail poop in this world so the fact is why be afraid if you are nothing? They can do nothing to you because you have nothing so good luck trying.
I walk past them and some nod and I nod back. I reach my destination.
I rented out this condo apartment thing a day before I left. I only have it for a couple days, so if I don't get this job...well I'll be exactly like them, the homeless, the frowned apon, the lower then low. I would be come lower then snail poop, all because of a dog.
A stupid mutt rather, that ran out into the road so my brother swerves to go around and is hit by a car going the other way and dies instantly.
I push the memory out of my head and unlock the door. Its small, but nice enough to call home. The person before me did an alright job with keeping the place up. It'll do. It'll have to do.
I set my duffle bag down and look through the place. It looks like a nice hotel to be honest.
"Not bad," I whisper to the place," got me any surprises?"
The building stays quiet. I couldn't even hear it creek and I laugh,"None that your gonna tell me. Alright, thats ok, but if you ever feel the need to tell me I'll be here."
I smile. Maybe, just maybe I will make it and everything will turn out alright. Give myself a thirty percent chance at best, but maybe, just maybe luck'll be on my side.
The Beginning Of My End 3 • Opuss № I