Thread: Monochromatic Factors Of X and Y  -Dearest-

Oleander spent that night wondering aimlessly through the streets. Being too cold to find a park to sleep in, but to tired to keep a decent pace, he found himself standing idly in the middle of a field staring blankly up at the clouds as his friends words lingered in his head. Being on the streets is just the first step Olli. When you're starving to death, freezing your ass of, and you've given in to the fact that you're probably going to die in that playground tunnel you've been sleeping in for the past month- A hundred bucks looks a hell of a lot more appealing, no matter who's holding it, or what he's asking you to do in order to get it. Fucking punk. He said harshly as he looked around. Where was he going to go from here? Really? He didn't have anywhere to go and he didn't have anyone to turn to anymore. Despite all of his struggles he had nothing to show for it and the prospects of gaining anything in this position weren't looking to good. A sinking sensation slithered it's way in to Ollie's stomach as he began to feel desperate for an answer. He had known better to go back there. He really did, he knew that somehow things were going to turn out bad and of course, he was right. Here he was, in the middle of a thunderstorm staring blankly at the sky trying to fight the same desperation he had rid himself of 4 years ago. He knew back then things weren't going to be better, things would never be fixed and he still ran around with hope in his heart that they would improve with time. Nearly five years later he was standing in the same park still hoping for a way out and in all reality, he had one. Swallow your pride, Go back to Luca and beg for a way in. -fuck that He spat as he started to walk across the field towards the play set. He sneered as he ran his fingers across the cooled plastic of the tunnel slide almost finding the answer predictable, but, it was better then the rain... or... he convinced himself that was true. Ollie let out a harsh cough as he tried to unravel himself from soaking cloth of his jacket. It didn't really serve much of a porous anymore seeing as it hadn't stopped raining since he left the house that night. The first day wasn't all to bad, he had grown hungry but he had dealt with that before and the clothing he had on had been soaked through by the rain. But he hadn't really taken much time to notice it since he spent most of that day lounging on a park bench trying to sort out his thoughts. The night was what really killed him though. It had dropped easily blow freezing on just the first night and with the wind chill factor he lost the feeling in the edges of his body. The second day the rain didn't stop and Oleander found he couldn't manage to pull himself out of the slide for at least 3 hours of constant trying. The water had managed it's way in to the slide and began poring down his back which just added to the pain of the cold had been inflicted on his body and he found that he couldn't stop coughing each time he pulled in a breath of air. That night he had found an over hang to sleep under, but the lack of protection from the wind seemed to hit him worse then the water did and yet... he refused to go where he knew he would be warm. No, not because of his pride or his anger but because by this time he knew very well what his choice was going to be. Being afraid of what he knew, or rather hopped, was going to come in the next few days he questioned weather or not he wanted to live like that or die like this. Oh yes, he knew he was going to die if he decided to say in this weather in soaking wet clothing and no shelter. He could feel it on his body, his limbs burned, his body had stopped shaking, no matter how much he slept he couldn't seem to keep himself awake and had he seen his reflection he would have easily been able to see his skin had paled substantially and a blue tint had formed along the surface of his lips and finger tips. He suffered through another day, getting his ass handed to him by a force known as mother nature before he gathered up his courage and started in the direction of Luca's home. It's look him much longer then it logically should have but he had to stop and take breaks often for lack of energy. His body ached as he made his way up the stare case and down that conceit platform. It only took him a moment, more so to catch his balance, for him to knock on the door and he stood there idle swaying as he waited for Luca to answer. Hopefully he was there, seeing as everything had become horribly blurred and he really didn't think he could make it safely down the steps again. Olli let out a sigh as the pain in his legs grew to be to much and he leaned up against the door frame and slid down in to the sitting position. Pulling his legs up close to his body in a failed attempt to keep warm. He felt so... pathetic. Here he was at the door of the same man that he had bitch at about not living a good life and Abusing his body while he did the exact same thing. There was no real difference between the two accept that Luca did have a place to stay and he was the beggar on the corner trying to make enough to eat every night. What was the difference? His eyes slowly closed as his vision blurred out once again and he slowly drifted off to sleep. Hypocrisy is a horrible quality.