Tired

It’s been a whole hour since I left. It’s 10:20 at night and I have no idea where I am. All I hear is Warp Tour going on. I couldn’t tell you who was singing but I know there are good. I keep telling myself it’s either out here or in the hell house. A few minutes later it starts raining. Great. Just great. I have fresh cuts and bruises on my arm and I’m wearing a short sleeve shirt. It burns.

Half an hour later. I’m crying. My cuts really hurt, my soaking wet and tired and I think my watch is about to break.

Oh. Omgosh. I see a playground. I walk over and sit under one of the slides. At least I’m not getting wet, I tell myself. I lay down and start to fall asleep.