Another page from the journal of a teenage girl, homeless and on the streets. ~ I remember my fingers ached from gripping onto the steel fence, it dug into my fingers so bad. I felt like I could go no further, until I looked down and saw Tony standing below me, gun in hand.
I tried to ask Tony how I was suppose to get over the barb-wire without getting caught in it, but he kept telling me to shut up and be quiet!
It was so fucked-up! the whole idea of sneaking in here, but Tony said there was no way he could pay the impound fee until he sold some blow. What was he going to do if it was gone? I couldn’t stop worrying about it, I just wanted to run.
I was so scared someone was going to see me at the top of the fence, that I rushed over the barb-wire and got caught up in it. I ripped the legs of my jeans going over and scratched the hell out of my stomach. My shirt was torn and I was bleeding by the time I hit the ground on the other side of the fence. I was so exhausted I just sat there in the dirt, my legs shaky, like they couldn’t hold me up anymore.
Tony climbed up the fence no problem, like he had been doing it all his life! Which was probably pretty close to the truth! He jumped half way down the other side and landed on his feet like a cat. Crouching down, he told me to keep low and follow him, he had spotted the van when he was at the top of the fence.
He moved ahead of me quickly whispering, “this way” every couple of minutes, as we made our way along the rows of cars. Keeping low we ran towards the front of the lot where a white brick building happened to be. The lights were on so someone must have been inside the place. I immediately thought there must be security guards. What if there was a security guard and he came out and heard us or even worse… caught us!
It was fairly dark in the lot, and the rows of cars, trucks and vans, blocked the light from above creating shadows we could move in. Tony whispered back to me, “we’re almost there, it’s just up ahead”. I got really nervous then and did something out of pure fear.
I took off along another row of cars in the opposite direction Tony was headed. When he finally realized I wasn’t following him anymore, I could almost hear him curse me. I wondered if he was going to come looking for me or not? I guess it depended on whether the coke was still in the van or not.
I was shaking like a leaf, hiding in the back of a pickup truck at the far end of the lot, close to the fence line. I listened intently trying to hear what Tony was doing, when I heard a door bang shut and a man’s voice. Then I heard a dog! it was whining a high pitch whine, I heard a gate opening and the dog began to growl! The man’s voice was saying something to the dog but I couldn’t make it out. I lay still and waited, wondering where Tony was, did he get a chance to get into the van? or was he hiding somewhere too?
I cursed myself for being so stupid and saying to Tony, “I’d come with him if he didn’t believe me”. I couldn’t get caught in here! I had to try and climb that fence before the dog realized more than one person was in this lot. I sat up, trying to see where abouts the man and the dog were, I couldn’t see them from where I was, but I could hear them.
The dog began to bark louder and longer, as if it knew we were in here. I bet it could smell us, but who would it find first, me or Tony?
Copyright © 2009 The Lost Journal
Written by: Sandra Lynn
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Filed under: Diary, Journal, My Life, Women, Writing, humanity, random, society | Tagged: barb-wire, guns, hiding, impound, security guard, street-life, Yonge Street
