Wandering

Cold rain lashed against my bare skin, as I walked slowly down the street. I'd lost all sense of direction and had no idea where I was going. These nights were the hardest. The ones where uncertainty was rife, and the elements did nothing but work against me. Not that I minded the rain, but my hands were cold to the point where I couldn't feel my fingers. I wanted nothing more than to be curled up in front of a roaring fire, the heat seeping into my shivering body. But instead I'd be walking for god only knows how long. Maybe a few hours, or maybe a few days. I could only hope that the awful weather would subside. At least for a short while. Glancing up, I looked at the rolling countryside that spanned around me. There wasn't a single house in sight, nor any sign of somewhere I could take refuge. I was well and truly alone.

At least that was what I thought. Out of no-where, a car roared past next to me. Speeding right through the giant puddle that had accumulated because of the rain. The standing water sprayed all over me.

"You fucking asshole!" I screamed after them, not caring where they heard me or not. I needed to vent my frustrations and right now, screaming seemed to be the only way to do that. If I hadn't been drenched from head to toe before, I definitely was now. But now it wasn't just clean rain water I was wet with, it was horrible, dirty water. Hugging myself tightly, I slowly plodded on. Trying to keep a bit more distance between myself and the road in case some other jerk came speeding through. With no road signs anywhere in sight, I had no idea how long I'd been walking, nor how long I had left to go. The awful cold made me want nothing more than to turn back. Go back the way I'd come and go home. Unfortunately, that wasn't a viable option for me anymore. I'd left for a reason, and there was no way that I was going back.