I sat on the tarred ground of nowhere and wept bitterly as the rain fell on me, I could not feel anything but a hole being dug in my heart. I had lost the one person who gave me hope, who was always there to keep me sane. Nana's smiling face in the picture frame looked like she was passing a message but one I could not understand right now because my head was clouded with thoughts of how I was to survive in this world alone. Where will I start from? What should I do? Must I stay here? I am old enough to live on my own am I not? Questions like this filled my head and made me cry the more.
I kept looking at Nana's picture frame which I held closely to my chest sitting in the middle of nowhere after running away from that mad house.