It's been a while.. Well I'm back and working on this story again. If you read this story the first time and now realize there are major differences, that' because there are. I revised the entire story and am now in the process of re uploading it. I just wasn't happy with the way I wrote it the first time around so I'd thought I'd freshen it up a little. Anyways hope you enjoy and look forward to more chapters coming up very soon.
And a big thank you to leafhouse for being my beta :)
I wasn't turning back. I just needed to stop. I just needed a moment. A moment to breathe, to take in my surroundings, to evaluate, Naomi thought to herself.
One last time, she brought her cigarette to her lips, sucking in a mix of its minty haze and the frigid midnight air. Lungs full of nicotine, she discarded the butt, marked with her red lipstick, into the gritty ashtray. Intently, she watched as the flecks of red embers flew around like tiny fireflies, before burning out completely. She grasped the steering wheel as she let her head fall back against the seat with a light thud. Exhaling, she studied the smoke as it danced in the air around her, and then as it slowly diminished with the soft breeze that flowed through the open windows of her car.
She knew that would help clear her mind. It always does.
Of their own accord, her eyes drifted shut, and the tension behind her lids eased just a bit.
From the outside, a passerby would think she had just stopped for an innocent smoke. But, little would they know: Naomi Campbell was running away. Although she didn't really consider it running away, because running away involved leaving something behind––she had nothing. If you wanted to get technical, I guess you could say she was more like searching for… something. Anything.
Not even an hour earlier was she scrambling through what little belongings she had, packing only the necessities and legging it out of London. If she didn't have friends or family, then why was she escaping in the middle of the night, you ask? Attracts less attention, she figured, and she knew if she had waited 'til morning, she would have changed her mind… again. She felt liberated once she got the nerve to walk out that door and never look back.
Another icy breeze swept through the window, causing her to shiver slightly. This time, the only scent that lingered in the air was a hint of fresh bleach from her hair. She wanted to bleach away all the darkness in her life, metaphorically and realistically speaking. She figured that it just went hand and hand: a new life, a new look.
She took one last deep breath before finally putting the key into the ignition and cranking up the car. The engine roared, rattled a bit, then turned into a low rumble. She put the car in drive as she watched the road, illuminated by the coppery lights lining the street as far as the eye could see.
"Never second guess yourself," she murmured aloud. Then, with every last ounce of motivation inside of her, she applied pressure to the gas and made her way into the unknown, leaving nothing behind but the fiery glow of taillights and exhaust.
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