Excerpt: Untitled Number 2

Cold, dark, wet, scared ...

These were the only words the young girl could muster. She knew not where or who she was. This was water. No it was rain. The cold wet surface she was laying on was the concrete sidewalk of an old forgotten part of Philadelphia. It was a day in fall and it had been raining for awhile. You could tell from the overflowing drainage systems of the city streets that appeared to be free of obstruction.

Why was she laying here she thought. Her memories of why she was there were no where to be found. She could barely form a sentence in her head. Her vocabulary seemed like that of a toddler. Words slowly began to flow in as if they were being rationed to her. Pain. This was pain she was feeling. The side of her face felt like it had been slammed hard upon the ground and her knees scraped across it.

The moving machine that spit her out onto the road; "it was a car" she thought", not entirely convinced she was right. Where was her mom? Who were the people inside the car? Why would somebody do this to her. Questions were all she had. This place she was in was nothing like any of the memories that were slowly coming in from the fog in her head.

The rain danced hard now upon the ground as if it were picking up speed. The frail skinny girl that lie on the sidewalk had barely a stitch of clothing on and all of it was soaked. It appears to be an old hospital gown of some sort, the kind they use to wear with her bare ass hanging out.

Crying. This is what she was doing now. She was crying. What began to well up insider her as slow but sure tears of fear were now rushing angry tears of pain and disgust. She began to huddle herself up and try to understand where she was. The buildings towered above her so high into the early morning darkness and rain that she could not see where they would crest with the sky.

She could tell she was in a city. There were signs on the streets and buildings, some of which she could begin to make out. Stop. Bus Stop. Things started to become as clear as seeing through her tears would let them. It was a scream of a cry now that was lurching from her body. She was crying with every organ. Her stomach was so tight with fear that it was now giving her more pain than her face or her knees.