There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought --a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
- Mark Twain
This is just a prologue. I'm not sure if people will like this story so if I get some reviews, I'll post the rest of the story. By the way, I wrote this poem. I own it, so you can not use it without asking me first. (I don't think anyone would want to though... it's specifically written for this story)
How did this happen to me?
I used to be the perfect little girl
Now I'm out on the street
Watching people walk by with their fancy clothes and pearls
Lindsay Monroe sat on the corner of 13th and 3rd, barely recognizable under all the dirt and grime on her face. She was thin, and her hair was twice as long as it had been since the last time she had a haircut.
'Have any spare change?" She looked so pathetic, this one-successful girl, begging on the street.
I'd ask for some spare change, a little money
Just enough to buy me some food
They'd all ignore me
When did people get so rude?
She asked. She asked and asked, every day of every week of every month. She'd lost track of how long it'd been. She asked and it was always the same question:
"Have any spare change?"
One day, she was sitting, asking like always, when she saw a familiar face. He looked older, his face lined with wrinkles, but she knew it was him.
"Adam?"
Adam turned, hearing his name, and scanned the crowd.
"Adam? Adam Ross! It's me, Lindsay Monroe!"
Upon hearing the name, his eyes widened. He saw Lindsay smiling at him from the sidewalk, wearing clothes that hadn't been washed in over a year, her hair, long, matted, tangled, and her face covered with dirt.
He looked shocked to see her like this. Frightened, even.
He broke me that day
Adam Ross, my friend
Backed off and ran away
He made me realize that this has to end
"Lindsay… no." He started to back away.
"Adam! It's me, Lindsay. Don't you remember me?" She felt happy inside, to have someone remember her. She had been so alone.
She stood and started walking toward him, not knowing the mistake she was making.
"Stay away from me! I don't care if you're Lindsay or not, you're not the same person I knew and loved!" He looked truly scared now, and his face had gone pale.
She stopped walking, unsure of what to do.
"Just… just stay away!" Adam yelled and ran away.
"Adam?" She whispered.
What's wrong with this city?
Does no one care about me?
Even my friends don't take pity
They aren't even happy to see me
"Adam." She whispered again.
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.
- Edward M. Forster
I hope you enjoyed that! It was actually originally Hawkes in this chapter, but I could just imagine Adam doing this. This was just the prologue, remember, so if I get some reviews, I'll post the rest of the story.
