I trudged through the thickening snow, passing battereed gates and dark alleyways. The snow was pulling me in, swallowing me up, and absorbing me. The ice and snow crunched beneath my feet. I skidded into the gutter. By now I was drenched to the bone.
Freezing cold, I plodded on.It’s scary walking through the streets of London alone at night.
I had a feeling someone was watching me, phantom listeners haunting my path. I felt like the shadows were hanging on my every move. I was getting faster without knowing it. I just wanted to be home and in the warm.
Suddenly, without knowing, I realised I had taken the wrong turning somewhere as I was lost.
Comepletely clueless of where I was I kept walking trying to find something I knew, but it wasn’t long before I realised I was lost.
NO.
You won’t understand how I felt, I had never been in that situation before. I was homeless for that night. I had to wait until sunlight to carry on and try and find home.