5 Jaded

I managed to guide Becky into Macgyvering me up a splint to keep my arm set as it healed, and I was right about it being a clean break, so no complications should arise if I just take it easy…

Which was basically impossible..

I was given a week to pay back Miss B before she "adopted" me, and I very much believed she would very much follow through on her threat after seeing the way she treats us and how cruel she and our other wardens can be.

And I couldn't trust anyone with my hidden loot, I mean yes Becky kept me alive, but I still didn't trust her enough to not take my stuff for herself, it was better to just keep quiet and do it myself.

I managed to lay in bed for another 4 days being brought my meals of grey gruel and some water once a day while trying to recover before actually mustering up the willpower to get to my stash…

I decided to leave just before night was settling in, limping while dressed in a brown shirt that has clearly had ribbons torn out of it, black ratty cargo pants, and shoes that looked a little too big on my feet with a thin blanket draped over my shoulders for extra warmth

But just as I was about to leave I was confronted by Miss C about why I was leaving the orphanage grounds as it's "frowned upon"

I let her know I had to go "shopping" for Miss B or she would have me "adopted", to which Miss C basically chuckled at my misfortune, and told me I'd best be back before morning before skulking off..

I know that everyone has had a thought at killing someone in their lives for one reason or another, I myself had days where I just wanted to kill someone who really got under my skin…but I would never actually go through with it though.

But after everything that has happened to me from the moment I arrived in this hell hole of a world, never had i wanted to lash out at everyone around me more than when I limped my way down the dirty streets of Viridian City that night.

The night air was freezing cold, I was alone and injured with blood seeping through my makeshift bandage with a little showing through the blanket I had around my shoulders…

But that wasn't what got to me….no it was the apathy and clear looks of distain thrown my way as I hobbled down the street bleeding and trying to live another day.

Not a single person came forward to lend a hand, they just walked around me or crossed the street to avoid contact….and normally it would almost seem normal in my old world despite everyone virtue signalling on social media, most people wouldn't want to get to close to a bleeding hobo…

But I was now a child….they left a clearly very injured and almost dying kid to his own fate….a child….

Something broke in me that night as the howling icy night wind air cut straight through my sweat soaked and pain riddle body, as i eventually made it to the trash park and dug out my stash almost expecting to be mugged at this point with everything that's happened to me, but thankfully nothing happened

My last fuck for anyone but myself snapped like an old taught rubber band stretched beyond its limits

Fuck the league, fuck Rocket, fuck everybody

That night was the night I decided that the peaceful and easy life I wanted was nothing but a pipe dream if I had no real power.

Everyone would just use me until they could squeeze whatever they could out of me and just throw me away regardless of who's "team" they were on.

My faith in people died that night.

I eventually got my stash home under the cover of darkness and tuck my gains under the buried tarp and supplies I'd been amassing, making sure they wouldn't get wet.

I managed to get out everything I "owed" Miss B packed into the plastic bag before I made my way back into the orphanage late at night.

What should have taken an hour tops took me about 3 due to having to stop moving when the pain got to much for me to keep going.

But I grit my teeth and soldiered on and got it done, got home and passed out for the night only to be woken up what felt like moments later by Miss B standing over me in the morning light looking through the bag I brought back.

She didn't ask or say anything and just took her goodies and left the room, leaving me with a lot of confused looks from the orphaned kids still in bed that hadn't start the day yet.

I just ignored the inquiries that followed and fell back asleep trying to hasten my recovery even just a little bit with the new outlook on life I came around to last night still fresh in my mind.

And so it went for another few weeks as I slowly recovered, and surprisingly the wardens actually left me alone while I did.

I could only hazard a guess as to why, which would be I seemed to be a promising recruit maybe so they decided to let me rest and recover so I could be taken into the fold…..if My team rocket theory proves true that is, but I'm pretty confident at this point..

A few weeks seemed to be enough for a broken arm to heal in this world even without a hospital, and it set pretty well, no lingering discomfort besides being a little sore, but I'm hoping that will clear eventually.

My shoulder on the other hand….while it did heal…I've got some massive scars that never quiet healed right gracing my shoulder and collarbone now, and that's not even mentioning the constant fevers I had over the last few weeks that only now just seemed to settle down….I was pretty close to death a few times I reckon.

But what didn't settle down over the last few weeks for my newfound distaste for everyone that wasn't me….Only finding it growing day but day.

Not to the point where I want to wipe out humanity or anything extreme, but I would never lend a hand to anyone without benefiting substantially from it from now it…

But here I was a few weeks later with a shoulder covered in scar tissue and an unbroken arm, with a jaded view of my new world planning out my miraculous get away in a few months time..

While my get away is going to be sneaky, it's not going to be peaceful anymore, my new plan is to scavenge a few containers to go and siphon off some petrol from some of the cars hanging around the area to burn this mother fucker down as I leave.

Oh and I'll make sure that bitch Miss B gets what's coming to her before I leave as well…but for that to go smoothly I'll need to plan it out carefully…

And again a few more weeks pass as I slowly plod away at gathering supplies, i sneakily snuck out money to buy some clothes, shoes and a sleeping bag for myself from shops that were trying to throw me out until I flashed a little cash

I never wore my new clothes …only stashed them for later, I didn't want to give anything away, I also managed to sell most of the cigarettes at local bars for roughly half the price they would go for in the stores.

People were a little taken aback at a kid selling em smokes and asked where they came from but my usual answer of "do you really care? They're cheaper that's all you really need isn't it?" they usually looked the other way

I even found a neat little pull cart that someone threw out…barely needed any work at all, And I was thankful for that as my gathered supplies were too much for me to carry with my tiny frail body.

I also scouted a few new temporary homes while I was out and about…but my best find was an abandoned unfinished building on the east side of town in the industrial zone that would keep out the rain, not to mention it's about a 20 minute walk to a pretty big river and maybe an hours walk from entering a forested area that's ruled by a gaggle of butterfree

So it's a pretty peaceful area with some easy access for me for when I start making a move.

And over the last month and some change after my recovery I was for some reason given a surprising amount freedom over the rest of the orphans by the wardens which really set off alarm bells in my head..

If they were going to try and bring me into the fold it was probably going to be soon, I doubt it would be before winter ended but I wasn't taking any chances as I was slowly moving around at night transferring as many as my supplies as I could before started my plan…

And before I knew it….the night finally came for me to be out of here once and for all….