When will my knight and shining armor come and rescue me? I've been homeless for couple months now, and I just recently sprained my ankle. Being homeless with a sprained ankle isn't easy. I can't move, I'm starving, it fucking sucks. I just wish someone would help me. That's all I want. I've been silently crying for days now. I'm not very good with pain and my ankle hurt too much to move. Thus, I've been sitting here, against this dark, cold, alley hall, wishing someone would hear my quiet sobs. But no one ever does. I keep crying through, hoping one day someone will rescue me. It's lonely. I have to get some food; I can feel my insides eating away at my stomach. I need something; I don't care what it is. However, my ankle won't allow me to move. Every time I do, I want to rip my foot off. It hates me, and I hate it, but I have to move, I'll die if I don't. …show more content…
It's already screaming at me, and I don't want it to even more. Once I was stable, enough, I hop forward. Hopping like this is going to take forever. I let out a frustrated groan and look down at my foot. I haven't tried to put weight on it in a couple of days, maybe I can now. Slowly but steadily I set my foot down, hissing at first contact. "Stupid foot," I groan, lifting it back up. I guess I'm not moving today. Or ever again for that matter. I just hope my ankle isn't