Differences

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she screamed.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't..... don't..... mean to that.... do that" you slur in a drunken haze.
Suddenly the room quietens, and you get glares, from everyone. Everyone's stopped to look at you, some in pity, but most in disgust, and undisguised hatred. You stumble, your vision not what it should have been. You trip, and fall, and no one makes any motion to help you. Someone walks up to you, and picks you up, with an iron grip you would have winced at were you sober. The next thing you know you're on the street. You hear snatches of conversation ".... fucking brownshit...." ".... motherfucking shitbloods...." ".... who the fuck does he think he is fouling my house?" You don't notice; you're too drunk. Parts of your clothing are missing, mainly your jacket. You're freezing, but you don't notice. You stumble across the road, and through the snow in nothing but a sweat soaked shirt thats freezing up quickly, and a dirty pair of pants. You stumble all the way back to your dorm, and somehow make it through to your room. You pass out on the ground, wincing in pain now. The cold sobered you up, and various wounds come to life with a vengeance. The rest of the night is unsurpassed torture. As you sober up more, the pain gets worse. Memories return, and you blanch with self-disgust.
"Fuck..... what have I done?" passes through your mind, again, and again, and again.
In the darkness, you begin to weep, tears passing down your semi frozen face. So far away from home, you made a mistake. So far from the safety of your net you slipped up. Who is willing to help? Who will reach their hand across the gaping chasm of racism and help you out? No one, comes the booming answer in your head.
"I'm all fucking alone. Completely alone. What now? Who the fuck do I turn to? What the fuck do I do?"
The pain gets worse, and the night shrouds you in its dangrous blanket. There is no way out, nowhere left to go. You can't run away, you can't stay. You weep, and cry, and pray the sun doesn't rise. Differences. Really. Hurt.