Xirysa Says: I'm really liking these mini character study/drabble things. Very fun to do. So… Madame du Barry next, I guess. Erm. This was inspired by Slum Dog Millionaire and various desi movies. And life. Because honestly… There's always something along those lines in desi movies. And life is just… Life. Really, though? I suggest watching Slum Dog Millionaire. It's really very good.
Child of the Streets
She always hated the streets. She hated them with a passion that rivaled that of her love for riches and jewels and money and life of ease and comfort she wanted so bad.
She hated them so much it hurt.
As a child, she watched everyone around her wither and die as if they were flowers in a drought. And that's what it was—even though it hadn't seemed like it at the time, Paris was starving. But she swore she wouldn't wilt like all the others.
No, she would stand tall and proud like a sunflower and point her face to the optimism of the sun.
So she fought.
Fighting to eat, fighting to live. Fighting to get a job, fighting to keep a job, fighting to raise a family in a city that didn't seem to care about its poorest inhabitants. Fighting to stay strong when a man's greasy hands touched you in places you didn't want to be touched because you didn't have a fucking livre to your name and you needed to make money somehow…
She had been born there, in the slums. She had lived in the streets nearly her entire life, but she would never call them home.
Ever.
But the streets made her strong.
And that's all that mattered.
Xirysa Says: I realize her thoughts are disjointed and crap, but somehow… I don't know. It worked in my mind, at least. A bit of symbolism there, and somehow, despite the choppy-ness of it, I really do like it. So yes, feedback would be lovely.