I used my bag to cover my face as I rested, leaning against the fence, and let the winds of the night guide my spirit down to the other world.**** The buzzing sound of the morning train, cars and the once again getting busy street pierced through my ears and had me pushing away the bag that covered my face, and the tender morning sun peeped into my eyes with a sting, my eyes hurt, probably from crying. The howling wind carried weightless pieces around. I tried to stand up but there was no Strength. I touched my pocket again, and was glad that the money was still there. I just had to get something to eat. But where and how was I going to get the strength to stand and buy something? Although there was a mini grocery store nearby, it would take me crossing two mare roads, and going through different pathways. Yes, that was enough strength. Not that I had any other option anyways. I puhed myself up just to hit my leg on a stone. I winced in pain and bent down to tou
I got to his place, feeling hopeful, and better than before. And I hoped his girlfriend wouldn't be around as well. I knocked on the door and the expressionless face of Pascal met my presence. "What are you doing here? I thought I asked you to leave?" "Just, just hear me out, please…" I tried to calm him down first, so that it would all sink into his heart. His arms were folded and he stood, waiting for my speech. "Pascal I love you, and i—" "Is that what you came here to tell me? That you love me?" he hissed. "I do Pascal, I really do" i said, followed by an expression of confession. "Too late Arianne, I don't buy that anymore" tired of talking to me already. "But I do—" "Yeah? And so fucking what? You don't expect me to just leave my girlfriend just because of you…" he scorned. "Just because of me you say?..." Yes, I was no one after all. he turned her face away from me. And silence ruled for a moment. "
Fear, they say, is an enemy of mankind, but fear is born out of mankind. It pulls your heart up to your throat, and your stomach hanging in a distance with a little hole, you didn't create, but met. It makes you sick to the head, impatient, it makes you become an unnecessarily alerted watchman. On every sound, and every moment, and if you can't control yourself, you lose yourself. Is a two way devil. But I was sure as hell going through the process of losing my mind. I watched every step, I took every sound to be that of the cops and death itself. With the gnashing teeth of guilt eating me up, I was restless, disturbed and losing my human senses. I had ran to the nearest bus stop that night, but it wasn't enough of a hiding place, anyone could see me, I mean, the cops. I heard the sirens more often piercing through my head and stomach. The buses left before I could even settle down. I had nowhere else to go, and I wasn't going to waste my money on a hotel o
"I swear I never did drugs… What are you even talking about? You are going to die?" I gasped. So God or Jesus is going to die? What the fuck was happening? "Am I not old enough to die?" He asked. A lady walked past us, her eyes fixed at me, and I wondered if Angels had descended to earth as well. She looked at me like I was a mad woman though, how could an Angel look at me like that? The old man started walking away from me. And I had to stop him, I wasn't done with talking to God, why was he leaving? "Hey! Are you really leaving?..." He looked back at me and giggled "oh, you have made my day, young girl, I'll tell my grandchildren about you" and again, another parable. Someone walked past me again, staring pitifully which became increasingly disturbing. "Can you see me?" I asked him. "You see, way too many drugs" he said,. shaking his head. He walked up to the next train taking passengers and laughed at me. "I know yo
The train reached Los Angeles train station and I got out, in awe of how better the station was than the one in New york. I felt great and relaxed knowing that I was finally out of New york, and a new life awaited me. I was alone, knew no one and had no place to go, so it also felt like shit to me. What was I even thinking? What was I supposed to do when my money finished? I was looking forward to answering those questions later, situations would have to answer them, not my mouth. After getting out of the train, a little bit of time was killed as I wandered through the busy, alleyways and hallways of the train station, with onboarders and offboarders trooping like insects. I took out a Quarter pounder with cheese meal from my bag. It still tasted good, but not too fresh because I had bought it in Lafayette, before getting on the train. It felt like I haven't even tasted it before in my life. Well, at least before another catastrophe hit me, I would enjoy al
I had walked for almost two hours, and was amazed by the eclectic nightlife all around the city, which obviously made me walk for that long, until I came upon a bar. Crane's Bar downtown was at spring street, and I had walked up to there without even realizing it. The street parking lots were filled up with night visitor's cars. Crane's Bar Downtown, as they say an intimate saloon residing in a once bank vault serving its beverages within an atmospheric setting. I opened the door and climbed up the stairs to meet a fun, and cozy basement bar, with hits from the DJ moderately hovering around the room. It was pretty tight inside, but comfortable enough. It had a touch of class, and a step above the average dive, with a handpicked, rotating beer selection, and shiny lights permised around. I walked up to the bar and sat in the chair near the counter. The blonde, short haired bartender brought a tumbler and poured in liquor. "You look like y
We reached to his home, which was exquisitely fine, he was really rich, but it sure didn't seem like he was the only one who occupied the home, I didn't care anyways, I had come to have fun, just like he was, and I was going to enjoy every goodies of the house, and every moment with him. He removed his trousers and shirt, and I loosed my hair which fell over my shoulders, and was left with only a light and transparent bra and pant. My hips were mildly curved out and my breasts jut against the light bra. I couldn't take my eyes off him, I couldn't resist the feeling of getting into his arms, and immediately have him working on my body. He occupied the gap between us, and kissed me. He tasted of the strawberry cocktail, even sweeter. He held me tight while our kissing continued, his hands gradually roaming all over me, feeling my softness, and exploring my warmth. I slowly backed off, catching my breath. "I need to shower first" I said, heading towar
So, the son of a bitch threw me away like I was nothing; not cool. But well, I had a place to sleep. That was my first time lying on a matrimonial bed, a big one, a nice one, damn good one. It was really a nice home. But that wasn't going to get me what I wanted in any way. So, I started walking around, to see if I could find something, or someone. I knew I was going to keep walking around until death came knocking on my heart. And when it does, I was sure as hell, going to give me up. Across the street was a newspaper stand, which saw the newspaper man reading one of his papers, while a crowd of middle-aged men gathered around, discussing the paper's headline. I walked past them slowly, with my bag right at my back, and my shirt hanging on my shoulder, held by my left hand, and stopped to mingle with the papers, not that I knew what It was all about. The wind was mild and sunlight wasn't heavily imposed on earth. The entrance door of a fast food, openi