Tommy’s stomach growled again, reminding him that he skipped his dinner. He looked through the window and it already was getting dark. Of course, it was only 6:10 p.m., but it also was November. Tommy wasn’t afraid to go outside alone, when it was dark. He was one of those lost souls on the streets, even though he had some money hidden under the wooden floor, but inside he was as empty, so he never was assaulted.
Usually he had ten-dollar bill on him for his dinner (and leftovers for his lunch), but tonight he grabbed twenty. Tonight, he felt different, so while he was walking on the street, to reach the “downtown”, he rushed. Tonight, he felt like he didn’t belong to these dark streets with suspicious individuals here and there. Was he worried about twenty dollars, or the diary under his jacket? Finally, fifteen minutes later, he got to the streets with better lights. Sometimes he came here during the day, but never during the evening. Now he saw more couples walking around, holding their hands and more “normal” people in general. Movie theater with dozens of bright light bulbs was showing this new movie, which he actually wanted to see, but he had no one to go with him and he never considered going there alone. Tommy spent one more second to look around. It didn’t happen to him often, but sometimes, as well as right now, he wanted to be part of this world and not the dark “underground” that he left behind.
It was a bad idea to start dinner with desert, but Tommy didn’t care. He walked into a “Yogy-Frozy”. The guy inside was cleaning tables. He gave a quick smile and a small nod to Tommy and then came back to his duties. Surprisingly nice, that he wasn’t following him around with suspicion that he would steal something. Tommy met this attitude very often, probably because his clothes were old and didn’t look neat. Soon after, Tommy was sitting at the table, eating frozen yogurt, enjoying it. When was the last time when he treated himself like that? Probably never since he left his house. He found a pistachio flavor, his mom’s favorite, as he remembered and ate the whole thing with some nuts and fruits. The girl was right, it tasted great.
Tommy opened a diary and tried to find a next page, after the yogurt story. He didn’t feel so insecure to read it “on pubic” anymore. He was the only one visitor here anyway. Looked like the girl tried to write, but she crossed everything out (I tried… We talked…). Next entry was dated almost seven months later! Tommy’s heart started to pound faster. He knew that girl was in trouble, but now when he was getting closer to it, it made him worry.
I can’t believe that it turned out to be like this… what am I now?…