Hi all! I'm Becca :)I became a RENThead about a week ago and quickly found inspiration for this story. I hope you enjoy. Please read and review! I look forward to what you have to say. I don't own anything related to RENT, only my character Belinda Brian
December 24th, 9 PM, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I'm on my own. See if anything comes from it, instead of my old life.
I woke with a start as the breaks of the Greyhound bus squealed and we lurched to a stop. The driver made eye contact with me through the mirror.
"End of the line, young lady. Get on your way."
I glanced around the empty bus, hoping someone would magically appear who needed to go somewhere important. I had ridden the bus as far as I could, where ever it went, for as long I could. No one appeared,so it looked this was the end of the road. Sighing heavily, I pulled the strap of my duffle bag over my shoulder and walked to the front. I dropped a few coins into the driver's open palm.
"Thanks for taking me this far. It means a lot." I told him.
"No problem. I hope you get where you're trying to go."
"You and me both." I said as I climbed down the steep stairs. As I my feet hit the wet pavement, I turned around and asked "Where am I?"
"New York. Welcome to Alphabet City, kid." The door to the bus was almost closed when the driver opened them again to say "Good luck, kiddo...and Merry Christmas."
The door closed firmly, sealing off any further conversation. The bus backfired a little before heading on down the street, splashing cold, dirty water on my boots. "Brilliant." I muttered angrily. "Joy to the freaking world."
I squinted around in the darkness of the evening, the only source of light coming from dimly lit street lamps. I pulled my brown leather jacket closer around me, in a weak attempt to try and keep warm. I walked slowly on the wet sidewalk, knowing the last thing I needed was to bite the dust. I was already feeling weak from drowsiness and lack of food. I had to get somewhere indoors and hopefully warm. I kept walking for a few mintues, trying to take in my surrounds. I had never been a city this big before, and here I was smack in the middle of New York City. It was incredibly daunting. After walking aimlessly up and down the street, I came across a set of teal double doors. It looked harmless enough, right? I hesitated before opening them, but I knew I had to get out of the cold. I grabbed the handle and yanked it open, the hinges creaking. I walked up a flight of grimy, graffiti covered stairs, trying not to make too much noise. I didn't want to disturb anyone who lived here, if there was anyone here at all. At the top of the stairs there was a closed sliding door. I slumped down against the wall across from the door. I laid my bag on the floor next to me and pressed to it, already feeling sleep overtake me...
"What should we do, Mark? Just because she's outside our door doesn't mean we have to take her in."
"Roger, come on. She's just a kid. We should help her."
"A kid? She's gotta be Mimi's age, at least. Just wake her up, Mark."
"Erm...well...fine."
A hand grabbed my shoulder and gently shook me. I looked up to see a young man with glasses and reddish blonde staring down at me. "Hey there...good morning." A smile broke on his face.
"Um...morning." I sat up slowly, dragging a hand through my ratty hair. "Sorry," I looked up at two men hovering above me. "Am I in your way?"
"No, not at all." The man with glasses said. He took my hand and raised me to my feet. "I'm Mark Cohen. This is my roomate, Roger Davis." He gestured to the rather stoic looking man, much taller than himself.
"Hi." I extended my hand to both men. "I'm Belinda Brian." As I stood, I watched the gaze of both men fall on my abdomen. I put a hand on the small bulge at my middle and said, "And...this is my baby."
Ok, that's it for now. Sorry it's so short. What did you think about Belinda? Please review!