The face of destiny
She thought long and hard before doing so. She knew she would be alone and would not have the support of anyone to carry out her idea.

Need
It was an ordinary day, only the adrenaline circulating throughout Alicia's body made it different.
“That would be my beginning, the beginning of my life in another city.” Alicia thought.
She planned it for a long time. Late at night, she would take her only sweater and the two pants she had bought that year with her effort: the blouse she was wearing and a spare. In addition to the few intimate garments, he had been allowed to have in those long 5 years living in captivity.
-At least that's what this dreary place, misnamed a boarding house for children and adolescents, should be called.”
-I would never look back and go far away, in search of my destiny.
That night after slipping into the shadows as stealthily as he could, he stepped out into the dark street.
Walking awkwardly but heading to the place he had already thought of. The train would be passing in a few hours. By the time they noticed at the boarding house it would be too late, he would be crossing the border to his destination.
Things were not as she had thought, after spending several days in that city, new to her, she noticed that people were not very supportive. They walked very fast on the sidewalks. They had the countenance of those who have so many tangles in their thoughts that they end up having them written and drawn on their foreheads.
I have to get a job as soon as possible if I don't want to die trying.
I never thought my life would change so much these days.
I went from being in such a despot place with everyone in the boarding house to being in a place of open space and everyone being a despot to each other.
Suddenly the idea of repeating what he had done one day in the town he had fled from came to his mind...
-I'll start helping people who are in trouble and wait for them to pay me for it. That way I can at least start to afford a good room with a bath to keep me going.
This is how pretending to get money, she entered an area where gangs already had their way of operating in the streets. Seeing this new girl who was trying to do something for which she had no approval, the gang confronted her, insulted her, and tried to minimize her, but Alicia did not let them intimidate her. She stood up to them...
The last thing she remembered was a cold sensation that ran through her body in a few seconds and then all was darkness.
The next morning, Alicia was in the newspapers headlining the tabloid headlines:
“Young small-town girl succumbed to the evil of area gangs, believed to have come to the city alone trying to improve her quality of life, and boy, did she improve it. Peace to her soul.”

I am @gertu from Venezuela to the world.

You wrote an awesome, chilly, story! It's a long time ago I read one of yours, it's good to see you still know how to scare the readers.
A great, creative weekend!
Coming from you this comment, you raise my self-esteem. Really with just one person commenting on a publication is already nice for the writer, you know better than me.
We have been through a lot looking for support, only you are more persistent. I get tired and rest.
Thank you so much my friend @wakeupkitty for your valuable comment.
A great weekend for you and your kids.
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We all get tired and you are right if you want to take a break and focus on other things. It is true that a comment, criticism is needed for writers. Good or bad, both are fine and in both cases stories will be remembered even if they forget the writer,
This is really good and if you write one per month you have a book at the end of the year, one with stories one doesn't easily forget
Enjoy the weekend and greetings to to your son!
Thank you for all your support always my dear wakeupkitty.
Happy weekend.
Hi @gertu you have a way to end this story. Thnx for the read 😀
In this world of frivolities, no one cares about one more death. Especially if it is a homeless person, the despotism in the treatment has no name. That is what I wanted to express.
Thank you for stopping by to read.
Hola amiga espere cualquier desenlace menos el que nos presentas.
Es lamentable que esta historia, para muchos sea una realidad que, salen de un lugar, esperando conseguir uno mejor y lamentablemente no les va muy bien.
Excelente historia, te felicito.
Éxitos y bendiciones.
Es algo dramático el final, pero que es la vida? Es una constante lucha y si pensamos que solo irnos de un lugar a otro será menor el trabajo. Luego nos damos cuenta ya cuando caemos en cuenta del error cometido, que nada es fácil.
A veces nuestras malas decisiones nos dejan un sabor amargo y a otros simplemente no les dan segundas oportunidades.
Es una realidad, muchas veces planificamos, pero no medimos las consecuencias.
Muchas personas se han ido del país, y sabemos que no a todos les ha ido como pensaron.
Cierto hermana, muchos coterráneos se fueron con muchas esperanzas y al final solo pasaron por situaciones y pruebas más difíciles de las que pudieron soportar.
Sin menospreciar a los que les fue muy bien lejos de su país. Me refiero es a los que les fue muy diferente a lo que pensaron encontrarían afuera.
¡Holaaa Gertu!🤗
La historia de Alicia no está muy lejos de la realidad y, en la actualidad, estos casos han tenido un ascenso impresionante... Bueno, los venezolanos podemos dar fe de ello y, eso es triste, porque si alguien sale en busca de mejorías en su calidad de vida, no merece finalizar mal.
Te envío un fuerte abrazo💚
Sobre todo a nuestros compatriotas que han salido a trabajar decentemente y se encuentran que otros han dejado un mal precedente. Ellos son los que están pagando los platos rotos, pero a otros no les va tan bien dejándolos vivos.
Gracias por pasar a leer mi publicación y darme tu apoyo siempre.