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Old 10-07-2009, 11:41 PM

His hands are rough against my shoulder. I wonder about his profession. Even though he talks calmly I notice how the words leap from his mouth like he can barely contain them. i don't really hear what he has to say. I am to afraid.

My bag is tucked under my seat and i refuse to look back. I still feel the heat around my eye. Thank god I found my sunglasses... This man next to me I don't know why he is talking to me... or why he is even touching me... I sense that he is trying to comfort me. Can he see the black under my glasses. I guess I am obvious. sunglasses and no sun. I just had to get out of there.. I knew that if any one saw me in the train station they would have taken me back. I hold back my tears, your to young to be on your own, my head pounds. All I can hope is that the money I stole from his wallet will keep me alive, at least for a while. I got away from him I can do anything.

Getting a job will be hard, maybe someone will give me a job under the table till may... 18 on may 18th. my head never falls but I can feel a warm tear fall down my cheek flowing down my jaw line. The man next to me takes a breath and I hear him now...

"How old are you miss?"
I turn my head to look at him I open my mouth but I can't get anything out.
"19?" he asks and I shake my head no, "17?" I nod... Oh I hear he almost sighs out.

For the first time he doesn't say anything.
"Where are you going?"
this I can answer and I almost answer it to fast "Far away from here!"
I think he knows more than he is letting on.

I ask him if he minds letting me out of the boot so I can go to the latrine. When I return the man is gone but there is a box on my seat. The box contained a number for a help house for girls like me across the state line, five hundred dollars in twenties, and random gift cards for food places. I ran around the train trying to find my seat mate. when I couldn't find him I feel to my knees. I don't know if the tears that came were of fear, cheer or gratitude. I knew that i could make it. I knew that somehow I would make it.

 


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