Response to Challenge 4 - "Is it Me?"

I just don’t understand.  The world is full of so much darkness and so much pain.  Surely someone out there understands and is willing to give a helping hand, right?  I never knew my father, and my mother abandoned me as a wasted cause at a young age.  I barely made off with the scraps I could find.  But surely there is someone out there who could help me, right?  Someone with a kind heart, anyone who is willing to help, someone who can feel love and compassion that could have the chance to show the whole world that they can be merciful and strong, and treat me better than the world may have unfortunately treated them…right?

Perhaps I am thinking too much right now.  I should only be focusing on the necessities.  The day is unbearably hot, coarse and dry enough to make the most well-fed of mouths crackle like sandpaper.  Many have warned me that I shouldn't, but I still take this chance to go to inside.  The entrance has 2 thin wooden pillars at the entrance and a glass displays all throughout the two diverging hallways of the entrance.  I shivered with delight in the crisp, cold air, basking in its comfortable, tender embrace.  I shrugged silently into a corner, looked around twice to make sure no eyes were on me, and when I was sure, I slumped into a deep sleep.  My stomach with its usual cramps and gurgles stirred me awake, and when I stirred, a pleasant, cheesy aroma wafted near my nostrils.  I open my eyes slowly and saw a pretty girl with a bag of chips, calling me to come toward her.  My instincts got the better of me, and I presumed to heed her call.  She comforted me and fed me with her hands.  Thrilled to have made a new friend, I followed her when she beckoned me outside.  Perhaps she would have more food, or offer a solution for me, a home.  But as soon as I was a fair distance from the library, she left a few cheesy bites and bolted in the other direction.

Betrayal was a feeling I was used to, but it still hurt nevertheless.  I knew I couldn't seek comfort with her again, so I sobbed a little as I braved the harsh elements outside, intent on returning later.  Perhaps she believed I was too ignorant, too afraid to return, but I nonetheless retraced the steps we had gone through together.  Upon trying to enter again, I dared walk deeper into the bowels of the edifice, intent on finding a secure location where I would be a burden to no one.  But they must’ve been warned of my presence (I hope it wasn't the previous girl).  A colossal, husky man hissed me away with a glare dark enough to create small craters in my body.  As usual, I ran in the opposite direction, away from the imposing man.  But I still can’t help but wonder every time that the humans shoo me away:  Why could I not live alongside them?  I don’t take up much room, I stay out of everyone’s way, and I can smell that other humans handle and most likely own some of my kind.  Why does no one wish to help?  Could it be me?