My name is Melisa Beckett and I’m from New Jersey. My parents passed away in the tragic events of 9/11. After my parent’s deaths I lived with my aunt Marie for three years. She suddenly decided to go move to California with her long distance boyfriend of two years which concludes in her leaving me to live in her house alone. She used to call me every day and send me money every month, but after a while she just disappeared, she cut off all communication from me.
Since I had no money and wasn’t old enough or experienced enough for a job I had to leave the house and live on the streets of a park. I had to quit school because I needed time to get everything on track and I didn’t have any money for supplies, afterwards I stupidly tried to enroll again only to find out that I needed to have a parent or legal guardian for that. So I just don’t go to school, don’t have basically anything and don’t have a family or a home to call my own.
Living, or at least trying to survive on my own helped me become a better person, it helped me realize that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. Of course that was a lesson I was trying to forget once I learned. I had no one to depend on, just me, it helped me grow as a person and thankfully made me into the kind, selfless person I am today.
So here I am, in West Hudson Park wearing the same Sum 41 shirt I’ve been wearing for the past month and a half, some skinny jeans that are a two sizes too small and need to have the button and zipper opened at all times, and a pair of beat up black classic Vans.
The only one of my belongings that I have managed to keep intact during my three months of homelessness is my journal; it’s a big spiral notebook in plain black leather and has about four hundred pages. In it I write down everything that happens on a daily basis, some songs, dreams I have and even stories, purely fictional, of course, about what life would be like if my stupid aunt hadn’t moved away and left me homeless.
I also have a watch that used to be my dad’s but it was badly damaged by the elements and rendered without use. I decide it’s maybe time to take a nap, because of the fact that there’s so much crime here I need to stay awake all night or else I might get murdered or raped.
After what seemed to be an hour of sleep I felt someone shaking me awake.
Well, I lived long enough, time to die; I knew I shouldn’t have slept more than half an hour…You stupid bitch.
I awoke and found myself staring at an old lady, she looked so nice, warm and caring, but never judge a book by its cover, she might be a rapist. After I sat up straight Grandma-rapes-a-lot sat down next to me.
“Hello dear, what’s your name?” she asked with a caring smile.
“Melisa” I replied with a half-smile.
“Well, Melisa, I’m Elena and it’s eight a clock, what are you doing here this late, your parents must be worried sick.”
“Actually, I live here, you see my parents are dead and my aunt abandoned me months ago” I said worried about her response.
“What?! What kind of a person would abandon a beautiful girl like you; do you have anywhere to stay other than this park?”
“No ma’am, it’s all I’ve got” I said sadly.
“Well, when was the last time you ate, sweetheart?”
I thought about her question long and hard. I didn’t remember the last time I ate, I was so hungry I could barely get up at night, I’ve fainted a couple times because of it, that and dehydration. The only thing I have is water that I occasionally find lying around the grass in half empty bottles, I never thought I would become a bum that drinks from used bottles that belonged to strangers, but, it was either drink unknown water, or die, so my options were pretty obvious.
“I drank some water yesterday, but, I haven’t eaten anything in a while.”
“Oh, you poor thing, stay here, I’ll be back soon.” She said walking away.
I was pretty sure I’d never see her again, that’s the way people here were, afraid of helping out strangers. Usually, I only get half a sandwich and a glare before people turn around and walk away mumbling statements about how drugs were going to kill me soon enough. I had never done drugs, nor would I ever do them. My parents raised me that way, even though life may be hard, there’s no need to harm yourself because in the end, even if you don’t believe it, it does get better. Just think about it, you could be a homeless girl living in a park, scared for her life every day.
Soon enough Elena was back surprisingly, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Here honey, I brought you some left over soup that my grandson made for dinner tonight, I would have made you something else in case but it seems to me you need to eat right now. I also brought you an extra-large bottle of cold apple juice and four bags of chips I found in the kitchen.” She said while handing everything to me.
“Oh, thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me” I exclaimed happily while hugging her. She didn’t pull away from me even if I must have smelled like a dead cat.
I began to stuff my face with the food without taking many breaths. It was chicken soup with rice instead of noodles and had some huge chunks of potatoes in it. It was the best meal I’ve ever had in my life and I didn’t know if it had anything to do with the fact that I hadn’t eaten a proper meal in months. The juice was cold as it traveled down my thirsty throat, and the chips she provided were salty and delicious. It was the happiest moment of my life.
“You’re welcome honey. Tell you what, I’ll be back tomorrow with some more food and pillows and blankets. How does that sound?” She asked with a smile.
“Wonderful” I replied at a loss for words.
I knew right there,
this lady was saving my life.
[*A/N: This is the new story I made the auditions for, keep in mind that the auditions are still open. I didn’t include the auditioned characters yet because this is just the beginning and I haven’t picked the characters yet. So I hope you like it, it’s different from my other story but it will surely get better. Remember, if you want to audition, go ahead! Please R&R! Love, Disco Death :D xo
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