A/N: Anyone have a cure for writers block DX?

Miyukis POV

As I walk this endless road, I think to myself if I had made the right decision . Its been hours and I haven't even spotted at least one house. The sky is its usual gray color but this time I know its going to rain by tonight. I have no shelter nor food, and now that I think about it, I've never noticed how much I rely on Panther. The image of him with that girl makes me sick so I try to abandon that memory, but it doesn't seem to work, so I turn my attention to something else. I have bigger problems and I have no time to think about something as stupid as my kidnapper and his cashier slut. And besides, he'll forget about me in no time, as well as I. Pretty soon the time I had spent with Panther would just be a memory, and to me, memories are nothing but a painful series of time and places. Memories are useless.

By the time it was noon, I was still walking the same road. I knew it was about noon because the gray sky had turned into a darker shade of gray, almost black. I had lost all hope in finding shelter, there's nothing but trees and sky. I crossed my arms and shivered, the cold air felt like ice blades cutting against my bare skin.

What am I going to do? I looked down at an empty can . For some reason it reminded me of myself, alone and dented. I began to kick it. They say if you focus on something hard enough, you wont feel a thing. Not that im feeling anything now, the cold air has made my whole body numb and im afraid I might get frost bite.

More shivers. A cough here and there. My body seems to be on a rollercoaster. First my body feels likes its on fire. The fire quickly turns into an icy chill and im forced to cross my arms until the burning pain returns. I realized I was sick a long time ago but now I know ive gotten worse. I feel so ill, I might faint at any moment. Then I see a blurry figure up ahead.

I have to squint my eyes to fully see what it is. It's a house. Then I notice more blurry figures. Soon im in a whole neiborhood. I should feel relieved but the burning pain is killing me. And when its not the burning pain it's the icy chills that keep me shivering like crazy. Im so sick I don't know what im doing anymore.

All of a sudden, im in a shop buying an extra large sweater. I have no idea how I got there and people are starting to stare. I try to look as presentable as possible but its no use. Im a reck. When I get to the cash register, I take out my wallet. Its an old wallet my father gave me when I was small. Well before he left, that is.

When I looked up at the cashier to see how much I owed, I saw her fighting with another costumer. Well not really fighting. The cashier just stood there while the another costumer made nasty remarks on how she charged him more money because he's white. The cashier was a dark skinned girl with big brown eyes and black hair that was tied up in little braids. No doubt about it, she was a beautiful girl. When the cashier tried to explain how taxes are rising in the area and how she would never judge a man by his color, the costumer looked at her like she was some kind of dumb animal and took off with two words, " damn you."

I stood there watching all of this. How can people be so …stupid? The cashier turned her attention to me and gave me an exhausted smile. She looked at the sweater and said to me " Will this be all?" I was so weak I couldn't speak so I just gave a nod of approval. She smiled and told me " That'll be $3.50." For some reason her smile relaxed me. Probably because it reminds me of my mothers smile. The same smile…..

I shook my head and gave her the money. I grabbed the sweater from the counter and hugged it, absorbing its warmth. When I reached the outside of the store my head started pounding and I knew I wasn't going to last. I needed to find somewhere to sleep. I walked aimlessly around the neiborhood, observing my new surroundings and hoping that someone would be kind enough to let me stay the night. Of course, that never happened.

It was night and the sky was pitch black. My breathing was heavy and I had nowhere to stay but an empty alleyway. I slowly crouched down, putting the sweater on the floor, and trying to make it as homely as possible. My head was spinning, I couldn't control it. My body had used up all its energy. At first I tried to stay on my legs, but they soon gave out so all I had left was to bundle up in the sweater. I was losing consciousness and as if things couldn't get any worse, it started to pour.

Im going to die, I thought. In this weather, with nothing but a cheap sweater, im going to die. At this time I thought of my mother, of how much I wanted to see our special place. But then Panther came into my mind. That little time I spent with him. I managed a smile. How I wish I would've stayed with him, I wouldn't of been in this mess. But its too late. My eyes were slowly shutting, I tried my best to keep them open but they wouldn't budge. All of a sudden, I see a silhouette hovering over me. I wanted to see who it was or what it was but it was to late, the world around me became a pool of darkness. In my dreams I dreamt of Panther coming to my rescue, carrying me to safety. Bundling me in his arms saying " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." At this time I felt as if I was floating….