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another hour or two, hopefully getting a little more work. I try to leave the area before dawn, avoiding any police officers that might pass through.
    I’m not sure what I am going to do yet. It’s a hard decision. Do I shower and rest, and starve for the day? Or get a little bit of food? Sometimes it is hard to decide between the two. Showering is needed, and meth and food don’t really go together.
    One thing crosses my mind though; if I do go see Jonah again tomorrow I can probably score some food, which would save me for the day, making it possible to get a room and shower. I don’t know, though. I’m not so sure it’s worth it, having to tell him all the sappy stories of my life. Also, I don’t see how revealing my past to him makes a difference in him helping me. I didn’t say I wanted his help anyway.

CHAPTER 4
    I stopped at a little sandwich shop on my way back at about four in the morning. The shop isn’t twenty-four hours, but opens at the crack of dawn. It’s very small and doesn’t get a lot of custom, which I like. I try to stay away from places that are filled with people, because they look at me as if I have the plague or something. My breakfast of choice is a bagel with sausage, egg and cheese. It fills my stomach and is dirt cheap, coming to only five dollars with a drink.
    Once I get back to the bridge I grab my bag, which is hidden behind a slab of broken-down cement. There is nothingspectacular in there that anyone would want to take, but I hide it anyway. It holds all the necessities, my toothbrush, toothpaste and some shampoo that I stole from a luxury hotel a few weeks back. Oh, and Elijah’s blanket.
    It has become a habit for me to take in a line or two before I take a nap each morning. Honestly, it’s the only thing that relaxes me enough to even try to sleep. It only takes five minutes or less for me to enter a euphoric state of being. Without that I would obsess about my night’s work and the disgusting men I came across. Before I found meth, it was hard for me to even think about sleeping.
    By the time I cover myself with the blanket and get comfortable, my eyes begin to feel heavy. I never sleep more than a few hours because I’ve learnt to quickly rest, and then move on for the day.
    I’ve never been caught sleeping out here, and I don’t want to risk it either. I really shouldn’t call it sleep. It’s more like restingmy eyes. It’s never happened, but you never know when some weirdo or crackhead may wander over my way, and I’d surely want to be awake for that! A little sleep is better than no sleep though, right?
    After a while, an odd sensation comes upon me. I know that I am lying here with my eyes closed, sleeping. But I feel like I’m awake. I feel everything that is happening as I fall into a vivid and surreal dream-like state.
    No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop it.
    I know that I am in a small room, but I don’t recognise it. It’s dark – too dark – and I feel utterly alone, even though a presence is with me. This presence isn’t pleasant, though. Nothing in this room is. There isn’t any kind of familiarity, just dark shadows that seem to hover above.
    At first I realise that the room is empty, except for the small bed that I am lying on. I try to scream, but I can’t. Not a soundescapes my mouth, even though it is open. Tears flow as I jerk my body to escape the shadows that come near me. They are not happy, whatever they are.
    A flash of a wooded area then comes into view. It looks familiar, but I can’t quite make out where I am, as I lay in the brush. The trees are swaying with force, screaming out to me, telling me to run while I can. But I can’t. The trees come alive as tiny branches wrap around my ankles and wrists, forcing me to stay on the ground.
    The shadows have followed me into this dark wooded area now. Their laughter is almost demented as they come into view. They are pushing me down too, laying on me, forcing me to be immersed in