It was fast, within five seconds we were off in our separate ways. Walking back to the alleyway I began to regret my choice, discount or none these drugs weren't helping my situation, like a devil and an angel fighting for what's right and wrong. Whilst walking back a strong wind rushed passed and along with it flew a piece of paper landing at my feet, usually letting it fly away I decided to pick it up. 'Volunteers needed, help young teens stop drug use'. This fueled my anger, so I scrunched it up and threw it in one of my plastic bags. I tossed and turned thinking about this flyer, something about it screamed at me like a loud baboon defending its territory, the more time went on the more I thought about it. I was forced to glance at it again, to satisfy my mind. Maybe this is my way of helping the community, I may not be able to save myself but maybe I can save others. I lay back down falling into what seemed to be an eternal slumber.
Today was the day of the meeting, my heat pounded as I changed into the clothes I took from the charity bin near Collins street, for some reason something was telling me not to go, that it was wrong for me to go. For once I went against my instincts hoping it would lead me in the right path. Upon entry to the church I was greeted by a woman her name of Jane, her long black hair was like wires tangled in a confusing mess. I was guided to the volunteer's room where coffee, tea and biscuits were being served. For once in society I was being treated as a person, not just a homeless bum who rots away like a rodent in a ditch. I grabbed a mug and filled it with hot coffee and sat down. The chair was soft and felt like a cloud its amazing how the simple comforts of life can become so luxurious. It looked like I was the only volunteer there I was ushered into a small room where two teens sat, head down legs crossed. I sat down next to them and remained silent waiting for any movement from one of the teens.
