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I never knew how much it could hurt to see someone from the outside, to see them happy with someone else. It felt like looking in on some strange different alien family, but as I stared into the window I knew somehow that I didnt belong. I never did. I felt my heart pound against the bar's of my chest At first I was horrified, and then I felt the red bubble of anger inching up into my chest. How could they just cast me out? How could they smile and pretend I had never existed? Before I knew what I was doing a rock found its way into my hand and then through the perfect little window and onto the perfect little dinner they were having, Without me. And then I was running, I couldnt stop, I knew that if I did someone would see me and I would be hauled off right back to juvie's . The wind flew past me and through my hair making me feel as if I were a free bird a free angel, I snorted as soon as the thought entered my mind. There was no such thing as angel's and there was no such thing as freedom ever

I falterd in my step and came crashing down onto the cement sidewalk. It was probable that this was an act of faith, because all things considered I would have never stopped at this house. It was nice enough, the grass was cut, the shrubs pruned. But it was a trailer house, and from previous experience the people associated with trailers were all redneck hick's who did not even know proper english of course neither did I but I figured It wasnt smart to hang around long. So I stood and I realized I had knocked over their trash can, so I scurried to pick it up. I had once heard that you could tell who someone was by digging through their trash but I ignored that thought after I picked up a diaper.
"Digging through my trash are we? " Came a low voice, I couldn't tell if it was male or female and I didn't want them to see my fresh tears that I had only recently noticed.
"No" I croaked, my throat dry from the run. And then I found a knife it was bloody and concealed in a t-shirt.
"I accidently.... knocked it over" I said hurriedly, looking up quickly and then looking away again. Was this animal blood? or human?