The man who changed everything: Part Three

"Get out you poor bum, get a fucking job!" The man shouted, and then immediately laughed again, the look on his face made it seem like he was experiencing pure joy at the sight of me.

I tried to get to my feet, but the sharp pain from the back of my head drilled into my head stopping me from maintaining my balance. The pain, was overwhelming enough that within a few steps I teetered over and fell into the mud, staining my entire body with dirt and grime.

I fell sideways into the bushes right in front of the sidewalk my body half stuck inside, their leaves were surprisingly sharp and dug deep into my skin getting stuck beneath my skin.

Even without being able to move my head I could see at least a few people watching me, I would've preferred if they looked at me with disdain or amusement , but they only looked upon me with pity.

Why? Why did this happen? What could I have possibly done to deserve this?

The only one I trusted to not look down on me betrayed me, if that man wasn't there I'd make her pay

Everyone is against me now.

I felt a raindrop hitting the back of my neck it's cool temperature a momentary distraction. The simple sprinkle of rain quickly escalated into a torrent of rain, harshly striking my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt.

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I attempted to get out of the bush and cover the bag, but when I pulled out the branches tore into my shirt. Three holes on the sides of my shirt were created, completely exposing the sides of my torso. Quickly I attempted to cover my book bag, determined to not let everything inside get soaked, but the rain and quickly rising water in the street filled the bag, destroying all the electronics inside.

I looked around but everyone who was watching was gone. They all must've went inside to escape the rain, a luxury I no longer had. The clouds already covering the sky darkened to a deep grey, almost a black. The wind grew stronger, the branches and leaves shook violently in the wind. I saw the trash littering the street blow towards the city center, the smog circling the city was visibly moving as well.

I have to find somewhere to take cover from the rain, anywhere at this rate. I'll even accept a homeless shelter anywhere that doesn't have a toe requirement.

I walked down the street towards the city center the walls surrounding the one toed district was overwhelming but inside there was by best bet. I walked for seemingly miles towards those walls, but it seemed like I would never arrive.

Inside there I can put one of my toes as collateral and get a work contract, it might not be ideal, but I might be able to get one toe after a few years of manual labor.

I felt my bag's strap snap, the entire bag hit the ground, a loud thud as it fell into the street. Almost immediately a car that must've been worth four toes swerved into it and ran it straight over the tire crushing my bag completely.

Are you fucking kidding me? My ID is in there, everything I have is in there.

I quickly look at the license plate, but I can't make it out.

What did I do to deserve this? Is it because I cost my parents everything? That was their choice to make, not mine. If they couldn't afford kids then why did they have me.

The pain in my head quickly shot through my spine again, which made me collapse onto the ground again. By this point my arms had no strength to catch me anymore.