Creative Writing On Homelessness

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It's silent. As the darkness wraps around me and I cannot see. I suppose the darkness has chosen me. I feel alone but I know there are others in the van. Men, dressed in black and holding guns seated on both sides of the van. Suddenly, some light flares up across from me, illuminating the face of the man sitting on the furthest left of the van. The disturbance comes from a small device, I recognize it as a cell phone, like the one I used to have. How I missed those days when you can hear another's voice so plain and clear. I keep watch of the man waiting for his next move. He glances briefly at the screen and flips it open. His voice is deep yet contains something I have not heard since Luke. A combination of power, worry, and kindness. …show more content…

Rubbing my eyes as I slowly set up on the bed. As my vision becomes clearer I see all around me was white. Was this dream? No, I can feel my own hearting under my breasts, as I breathed in the humid air. I felt a sudden and unexpected stab of panic as I tried to remember how I had ended up here, and not in my own room with the Commander and Serena Joy and Nick. I slowly glanced around me, looking at all the white. White walls, white wardrobe, white carpet, white lamp, white lilies sitting in a white vase on the white dresser. A white clock tick-tocks steadily high on the wall and right below it a white door. I get up to explore my new surroundings. It is then I realize that my red habit has been replaced with a white nightgown. It feels unnatural. I haven't worn anything other than red since before my time in the Red Center. I cautiously move to the dresser, my back turned from the door. I search through the drawers. They are empty. Same with the wardrobe. I hear a sudden sharp click from behind and then I hear a delicate female voice "Please return to your bed, Miss." I do so because there is nothing else to do. Who are they? What are they going to doing to do me? As I lay down back on the silky white sheets, a luxury handmaids were never given, I heard a slight sound coming from the door again. Not too long after sleep claims me again. What world would I wake to

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