So... someone told me you're in the hospital, Heroman. Got hurt on a job or something. Maybe you won't get this, but I guess I need someone to talk to and the people in my life are a bit... complicated.
I got hurt, a few days after we met. Someone found my hidey hole and broke in and when I came back they got scared or something and shot me. In the arm luckily. I stabbed him back, and never saw him again. Some nice woman I met who sorta knows you who also has a car, well, I called her and she took me to the hospital with Necklace and Rocks waiting for me. Necklace is this guy I tried to steal from on the street but I messed up. Anyway, he was nice and bought me a gaudy necklace. Rocks is... Well, she's just some girl who has decided that, for the time being, I'm like, her project or something.
I don't want to be anyone's project.
Anyway, since then people keep dangling all these things I can't have in front of me. School. College. Education. Life off the streets. And here I am, all gimped up and unable to steal. I sleep on a couch they offered me, look for jobs to pretend I'm a normal girl, but I'm not. I'm a street rat, and I expect you know better than they do what happens to a bad thief on the streets.
World is sorta falling down round my head and I don't know how I'm gonna keep moving and surviving. You said I was smart. I had potential. I don't even know anymore.
I hope you get better, Heroman. I could use a little saving. Or maybe just someone who knows better than them what it's like to have to use your hands like this to live.
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I got hurt, a few days after we met. Someone found my hidey hole and broke in and when I came back they got scared or something and shot me. In the arm luckily. I stabbed him back, and never saw him again. Some nice woman I met who sorta knows you who also has a car, well, I called her and she took me to the hospital with Necklace and Rocks waiting for me. Necklace is this guy I tried to steal from on the street but I messed up. Anyway, he was nice and bought me a gaudy necklace. Rocks is... Well, she's just some girl who has decided that, for the time being, I'm like, her project or something.
I don't want to be anyone's project.
Anyway, since then people keep dangling all these things I can't have in front of me. School. College. Education. Life off the streets. And here I am, all gimped up and unable to steal. I sleep on a couch they offered me, look for jobs to pretend I'm a normal girl, but I'm not. I'm a street rat, and I expect you know better than they do what happens to a bad thief on the streets.
World is sorta falling down round my head and I don't know how I'm gonna keep moving and surviving. You said I was smart. I had potential. I don't even know anymore.
I hope you get better, Heroman. I could use a little saving. Or maybe just someone who knows better than them what it's like to have to use your hands like this to live.