Well, alright, this is my first time to ever post anything at all anywhere
so please go easy on me. I am not sure if this will be a one shot or not
yet, I guess it all depends on what kind of response I get from it.
Smoke, sultry music, and bright flashing lights fill the room with the undertones of harsh laughter winding through it. In the back room a girl pulls dresses from her locker, quickly looking at them then discarding them just as fast. Finally she decides on one, it is a glittering two piece outfit made of silver sequins. After she puts the dress on she starts fixing her hair and adding to the make-up that is already on her face. Long hair, no longer worn in the style that most of the people that she used to know would recognize, is pulled back into a pony tail with a decorative braid wrapped around the base of the tail and the rest hanging loose down her back. Silver glitter is added to her eyes and cheek bones, then she smoothes lotion down her body that has also has the glitter in it. Looking into a mirror she feels that there is something missing while assessing her apperance. It must have occured to her for she suddenly reached back into her locker for something else. Triumphant with her find she turns back to the mirror and starts putting glitter in her hair. With everything the way it should be now she puts all of her things back into the locker and before closing it grabs a pairs of black high heels and a small purse. Stopping at the exit of the room she puts on her heels and slowly pulls the door open.
As her eyes adjust to the differance in light another person notices her and starts waving for her to come over. Putting a smile on her face, one that somehow doesn't seem to reach her eyes, she walks across the crowded room to the man that had waved to her. He opens the door to the booth for her when she reaches him and leans close to hear what she has to say. He quickly grabs a c.d from the wall behind him and writes a quick note on a on the table in front of him. Knowing that this was all that he needed she turns away and starts to walk back across the room, this time going to a table to sit down and wait for what she must do. She silently watches the lights that are moving in time with the music, watching them reflect off of the mirrors are placed on the walls of the room. The music that is playing starts to come to a close, and the girl gets up from her seat to do what she must do.
"And now for that exotic beauty......Midnight!", the d.j. shouts into his microphone.
He calls my name as the next person up. I slowly walk to the stage and prepare myself for what is coming. As I walk up the small steps to the stage, the girls that is already up there smiles wide at the sight of me and nods her approval of my choice of outfits. I have only a moment to drop my bag as the sensual music starts to fill the air and I start to bend my body in time with it. My body sways to the music gracefully and the sweat starts to drip down my back as I dance. If only they could see me know, they would never believe it though, they could never believe that I would ever do anything like this. I dip and turn across the stage to a dance that only a few of us know. I twist my leg to start the spin around the gleaming brass pole in the center of the stage as they look at me. Goddess how I wish that they wouldn't stare at me like that! I twist my hips and make my skirt flare around my body while I look at myself in the mirror across the room. No one would know who I am now, do they even remember what I look like? Only one more song and I can leave the stage.
The customers wait, the ones that are staring at me, to see what comes next. As my last song fills the air I start my dance again, this time slower though. The blush of my humilation floods across my face as my hands inch to my skirt and slowly push it off of my hips. This time they are at the stage and waiting. For some reason while I am dancing I can't even get away from what I have done by loosing myself in the dance, I can't forget what I have done. I inch forward to the first one and shift slightly toward him, dancing only for him. Then I move to the next one and it starts all over, but this time only for him. I start working my top off, why do they still have to be staring? Suddenly there are more of them, my song is almost over. Of course the d.j. is going to put another song on till they go away, so I have to keep dancing.
Finally they have all gone away, but I still have most of the song left. I keep up my dancing , my gleaming black hair sticking to my body. I try to hear them, but my heels cant be heard over the music. If only I could let myself be like my friends. Not caring, just drinking or drugging away the reality of what I do. At last the song has finished. As I gather my clothing and walk off of the stage one of them walks up to me. Yes, of course, I would love to sit with you. Let me just go get myself cleaned up and I will be back in just a couple of minutes. Of course I have to use that really giggly laugh to and act like I am happy about the fact that he wants me to sit with him.
As I walk into the dressing room though things change. I am not happy about sitting with one of them, but I have to. I wonder sometimes how I got myself into this, but them of course I shove that thought ruthlessly away. So I go to my locker and pick a nicer dress than the one that I was wearing on stage, work clothes are way to expensive to just wear anything to dance in. I try and save the nicer things for the floor, and wear the less expensive stuff for the stage.
Well there he is, just waiting for me to come out of the dressing room. Like I would have run out on him or something. Where would I go? Its not like I had a bunch of plans for tonight. Go figure I am here and the boss wouldnt be to happy if I just left early like that. As he leads me to his table he starts babbling about how he cant believe that someone like me would even spend any time at all with him. I make all of the right responses of course. Youre not that bad. Dont put yourself down like that. And all the other rubbish that I dont even have to think about anymore before I say it. I 've said it to many times already, it all just runs off of my tounge now with out me even having to think about it.
He pulls out my chair for me and waves for a waitress to come over. I just barely hear her askiing what we need. He orders his drink then turns to me and asks what I want. I'll have my regular, thank you. The waitress turns to my customer and lets him know that my drink is going to be fifteen dollars. He kind of gulps a little, it's strange but I can kind of see his adams apple bob some when she says that. Of course he answers that that is fine, and the waitress wanders off to get our order. He turns to me and we start talking about meaningless things. You know the kind of conversation that two people who don't know each one another very well say to each other. This takes up enough time for the waitress to get back with our drinks. She places napkins on the table and puts my drink out first then places his in front of him. He had ordered some kind beer, typical male drink in a place like this. While he pays the waitress I make sure to remind him to tip her, sometimes they forget to do that, it keeps me in the good graces of the wait staff and they help me out when ever I need it. As she walks away, he starts staring at my drink. My drink is a typical female drink, pink and frothy in a tall glass. He asks what it is, probably wondering why this fru-fru drink just cost him fifteen dollars. It's a Midnight Special, I respond. He asks what is in it and I tell him that it is something that the bartender makes for me, so I am not quite sure. Giggle, giggle. I smile at him. He would probably have a heart attack if he knew that I didn't drink, and that there was only non- alchoholic things in it. But thats the way that things work around here. We get kick-back on the drinks, and so even if we are just sitting with one of them we are still making money.
Suddenly the lights start flickering and the d.j. announces that this is the last song of the night and then we will closed. He looks at me and asks if I will dance that last dance for him. I tell him that that would be nice and as the music starts up I move in front of him and start to twist my body to the music once again. Again I start to take off my clothes and move teasingly for him. This is almost worse than dancing on the stage. I know whats going to happen when this song is over, he is going to ask me to go to breakfast with him. It always seems to happen with the ones that get dances at the end of the night.
My body is still moving to the music, i've done this so long now that I dont even have to listen to the music, my body remembers what to do with out me. Even as I turn my back to him I can still feel his eyes on me, feel his breath getting heavy. I flip my hair out of my face and wonder when this song is going to end. Why do they have to play the longest songs in the world at the end of the night. The music starts to get quieter and the lights start to slowly turn on, one at a time. I turn to look at him while I am picking up my dress. Here it comes. As he gets his wallet out he asks me what I am doing after I leave here. What did I say ALWAYS the last dance of the night. I am already meeting up with some friends after I get off of work, why? Hopefully that will give him a clue. He kind of shrugs and tells me that he was just wondering because he wanted to take me out for breakfast, but that since I have other plans already maybe another time. I tell him that of course another time would be wonderful. Then he asks when I was going to work again as he hands me some money. I dont even look at what he has handed me when I say that I am going to be working again tomorrow night.
Suddenly my boss shows up to finish getting every one out so we can close. He waves goodbye and walks out the front door. My boss shoos me into the dressing room so that I can get ready to leave. As I walk back through the door I look at the money that he gave me for that last dance. There is a hundred dollar bill staring back at me! My heart skips a beat for a second. That is more money than one dance is worth, more like four dances and I only gave him the one. Thank the Goddess that he must not have noticed what he was giving me! This month had been kind of slow and rent was due this week. I really hadn't wanted to dip into my savings for money unless I had to. I walk to my locker and get out my bag and start getting my stuff packed up while still wondering about my windfall. I finally finish getting my things and head out to the front of the bar. I tell the manager that I am ready to go and he sends me with a bouncer to walk me out to my car.
The bouncer chats with me about nothing as he walks me across the nearly empty parking lot. Only the employees cars are left, but just in case that is why the bouncers walk us out. So we dont get hasseled by strangers or anything. Well, there is my car finally, the forest green convertable. Even in the dark you can tell what kind it is, a cabrio, I had always wanted one. Now that I have one though, all it does is remind me of what I did to get it and what I have become. The bouncer tells me to drive safely and closes my door for me.
As he walks back to the front door I can only sit there for a minute while my mind shows me what I have become. I look up to the billboard out in front and read what is written there.
Venus Gentlemens Club
The Most Beautiful Women in Town
As I look at it I remember the first time I saw it I had almost cried at the name, but something drew me in there. I start my car and turn it onto the street just so that I dont have to look at what I have become. The street lights become a blur as I race back to the only sanctuary that I have. Brakes squeeling as I reach the garage entrance to the building I live in. Quickly I punch in the code and watch as the gate pulls back so that I can pass. I pull into my parking spot and turn off the car while trying not to think about who I really am. Walking swiftly to the elevator, I punch the number that will take me to my apartment. Every night I do the same thing. The same thing that I have been doing for the last five years since I ran away from everything that I couldn't have. I reach my floor as I am struggling with myself not to remember those horrible memories. Some how I am standing in my apartment without remembering when I unlocked the door. But my work bags are right next to the entrance so I must have done it while I was trying not to remember those last days with them.
I close and lock the door, while looking around the sparsly furnished rooms. There is nice furniture, but very little of it as I am working alot of the time and haven't found time to do much else to change that fact. I decide that before I just go over and fall on the really comfortable looking sofa that I should really get a bath first. Walking into the dimly lit bedroom I go over to my closet and get a nightgown to sleep in. After wearing shiny, flashy clothing all night I decide that a plain t-shirt will do fine for bed. I turn and go back down the hall to the bathroom, turning on the light as I reach it, then leaning over the tub to turn the shower on and get it the right temperture for me. Catching a glance at myself in the mirror I am almost shocked at my apperance. Long black hair hanging tangled to my knees, pale skin that looks like it hasn't seen the sun in far to long, and violet, almost black, eyes stare back at me from a face I don't seem to recognize anymore.
I start taking my hair down from its pony-tail that it had been in for most of the night. Then start sheding the clothing that smells far to much like liquer and cigarrettes for my nose. Stepping into the shower seems like heaven. I am finally able to start washing all of the make-up and sweat off of my body, along with all of the glitter too. I finally turn the water off as it starts to get colder, the hot water supply having been diminished in the last 40 minutes, and grab a couple of towels to wrap around my body and my hair. After drying myself off and putting on my t- shirt I remember that I left my contacts in and that I should get them out before I go to sleep. Leaning over the counter to stare at my eyes in the mirror, I slowly insert my fingertip into my eye to dislodge the soft piece of rubber and put it into the proper container. I switch eyes and repeat the process.
I quickly turn off the lights and return to my bedrooom. Getting under the sheets I close my eyes and start to fall asleep, my hand curls beneath my pillow to grasp a piece of jewlery. I pray that the dreams that have haunted me for the last five years don't return. Of course this is something that I have hoped for every night since then, but they do come, as always.
Moonlight fills the empty streets in a city like almost any other at midnight. There are parks that mothers take their children to during the day, malls that the young teenagers shop at, and places of business that people work at. This could be a city or town any where in the world, with people like anyone anywhere living in it. This one is differant from anyplace else though. Differances that someone would notice if they did not live there, that the people of this city take as common place though. Demons attack this city day or night, depending on the mood of their master, and normal cities would not have a defense for this but this one does!
During the day this park would normally be crowded with children laughing and mothers watching patiently while chatting with the other mothers. Tonight though is differant, five figures lay in heaps all around the park,thrown there as by some great uncaring force. While another stands in the darkness of the trees, her quiet sobbing filling the park with its loss.
As she slowly walks across the once beautiful park, its grass torn up and covered with gore, she sees' Him. The one that she loves holding another. Normally that would not bother her seeing as they had just been through a horrible battle and most likely he was only trying to protect the girls in his arms. Of course, after what she had seen over that last month though she could no longer believe it. There were the times at the arcade that she had arrived early and they had not seen her when she had walked in. Of course the fact that they were to busy staring into each others eyes probably had alot to do with it! Or the time when she was out at the park laying in her secret spot in the bushes when they walked by holding hands. She just wasnt sure if she could handle any more of trying to hide the fact that she knew that he cared for the other girl.
The young girl quickly checks the others laying unconscious on the ground before she turns and looks back at the couple. In the distance she can hear the sounds of the sirens coming and knows that the others will be okay, but she has to look in their faces before she can leave. Slowly she walks back to them and kneels down on the ground next to them. As she leans over them she notices how the young mans arms are holding the injured girl in his arms, almost like he would fight the whole world for her. And the girls face, even though in pain, looks like it is in the radiance of the sun for she is almost glowing with happiness just at being in his arms. Thoughts whisper through the girls mind as she wonders what she must do.
Leave them to their happiness, they say.
But what about me? Am I just supposed to ignore what I feel? her thoughts answer back confused.
Leave them and never return so that they can be happy, they tell her, it will all be better with out you here.
As the girl makes her decision to leave the sounds of sirens start to get closer and the lights from the cars flash across the park. Under her breath she chants the spell that will change them and hide who they become. Glowing mist rises from her palms and forms into five glowing balls that hover over the figures lying on the ground. The balls of light shower over the figures as she suddenly shouts out the final wordsof the spell. She glances up as the lights from the vehicles temporarly blind her, then looks away and back down to the young mans face. Looking around her to make sure that no one sees her, she bends over and brushes the softest of kisses across his brow. The faintest glow of light glints across his forhead for a moment before disappearing. She quickly repeats this process on the girl in his arms. In her own way giving them her blessing.
Quickly she gets up and runs from the clearing as the police cars arrive. As she runs she can hear the frantic vioces of the officers as they call for ambulances, but she already knows that they will survive. Just as she knew that she would walk and give them a chance for happiness. As she reaches the edge of the park she stops and turns to look back towards the area that she just left as she hears a voice whisper on the wind.
'Angel, my love'
She turns her back to the voice as tears start to rush down her face and disappears into the darkness.
Tears and sweat run down the girls body as she lies in the darkness of her room. Her eyes suddenly snap open as her dream finally lets her out of its' clutches and allows her to wake once more. As she get out of her bed she looks at the light coming through the closed blinds in her room. As always the dream never left her, but that was normal. She silently scrubbed her face and tried to wipe the tears away, but they always seemed to be there no matter how clean she got her face. There was always the pain in her heart for leaving those that she loved, for leaving him. Shaking that thought out of her head before she could start obsessing over it she quickly got out of bed to get dressed. Opening her closet she pulled out a long floral print dress with ties laced in the back to tighten or loosen it. Quickly dropping her night shirt to the floor, she pulls the dress over her head and lets it settle in place over her body.
Walking quietly across the room she glances into the mirror above her dresser and looks at her image reflected there. Checking her hair first she starts brushing to get the tangles out, almost in a trance from the calming feel of the brush going through her hair her eyes start to slowly close. Suddenly the girl drops the brush to the floor as she relises what she has just done. Staring back at her the image in the mirror shows her what she least wants to look at. Long black hair pulled back into twin buns with long streamers of hair hanging from them and below that shocked eyes stare back at the mirror image. Blowing a raspberry at herself for putting her hair up in the style that she had long ago tried to forget, she starts to pull her hair out of the buns. As she turns her face away from the mirror the light catches in her hair and finds the silver-blond roots that have grown out enough to be seen under the black. While the once bright blue eyes shimmer with sorrow and unshed tears.
"You are such a coward!", Serena tells herself, while behind her the light coming throught the window catches on a gold star locket laying on her bed.
TBC?
So there it is. I hope that you enjoyed it. I will definatly welcome any comments on this. Please let me know what you think. Thanks bunches .... princessrei
Smoke, sultry music, and bright flashing lights fill the room with the undertones of harsh laughter winding through it. In the back room a girl pulls dresses from her locker, quickly looking at them then discarding them just as fast. Finally she decides on one, it is a glittering two piece outfit made of silver sequins. After she puts the dress on she starts fixing her hair and adding to the make-up that is already on her face. Long hair, no longer worn in the style that most of the people that she used to know would recognize, is pulled back into a pony tail with a decorative braid wrapped around the base of the tail and the rest hanging loose down her back. Silver glitter is added to her eyes and cheek bones, then she smoothes lotion down her body that has also has the glitter in it. Looking into a mirror she feels that there is something missing while assessing her apperance. It must have occured to her for she suddenly reached back into her locker for something else. Triumphant with her find she turns back to the mirror and starts putting glitter in her hair. With everything the way it should be now she puts all of her things back into the locker and before closing it grabs a pairs of black high heels and a small purse. Stopping at the exit of the room she puts on her heels and slowly pulls the door open.
As her eyes adjust to the differance in light another person notices her and starts waving for her to come over. Putting a smile on her face, one that somehow doesn't seem to reach her eyes, she walks across the crowded room to the man that had waved to her. He opens the door to the booth for her when she reaches him and leans close to hear what she has to say. He quickly grabs a c.d from the wall behind him and writes a quick note on a on the table in front of him. Knowing that this was all that he needed she turns away and starts to walk back across the room, this time going to a table to sit down and wait for what she must do. She silently watches the lights that are moving in time with the music, watching them reflect off of the mirrors are placed on the walls of the room. The music that is playing starts to come to a close, and the girl gets up from her seat to do what she must do.
"And now for that exotic beauty......Midnight!", the d.j. shouts into his microphone.
He calls my name as the next person up. I slowly walk to the stage and prepare myself for what is coming. As I walk up the small steps to the stage, the girls that is already up there smiles wide at the sight of me and nods her approval of my choice of outfits. I have only a moment to drop my bag as the sensual music starts to fill the air and I start to bend my body in time with it. My body sways to the music gracefully and the sweat starts to drip down my back as I dance. If only they could see me know, they would never believe it though, they could never believe that I would ever do anything like this. I dip and turn across the stage to a dance that only a few of us know. I twist my leg to start the spin around the gleaming brass pole in the center of the stage as they look at me. Goddess how I wish that they wouldn't stare at me like that! I twist my hips and make my skirt flare around my body while I look at myself in the mirror across the room. No one would know who I am now, do they even remember what I look like? Only one more song and I can leave the stage.
The customers wait, the ones that are staring at me, to see what comes next. As my last song fills the air I start my dance again, this time slower though. The blush of my humilation floods across my face as my hands inch to my skirt and slowly push it off of my hips. This time they are at the stage and waiting. For some reason while I am dancing I can't even get away from what I have done by loosing myself in the dance, I can't forget what I have done. I inch forward to the first one and shift slightly toward him, dancing only for him. Then I move to the next one and it starts all over, but this time only for him. I start working my top off, why do they still have to be staring? Suddenly there are more of them, my song is almost over. Of course the d.j. is going to put another song on till they go away, so I have to keep dancing.
Finally they have all gone away, but I still have most of the song left. I keep up my dancing , my gleaming black hair sticking to my body. I try to hear them, but my heels cant be heard over the music. If only I could let myself be like my friends. Not caring, just drinking or drugging away the reality of what I do. At last the song has finished. As I gather my clothing and walk off of the stage one of them walks up to me. Yes, of course, I would love to sit with you. Let me just go get myself cleaned up and I will be back in just a couple of minutes. Of course I have to use that really giggly laugh to and act like I am happy about the fact that he wants me to sit with him.
As I walk into the dressing room though things change. I am not happy about sitting with one of them, but I have to. I wonder sometimes how I got myself into this, but them of course I shove that thought ruthlessly away. So I go to my locker and pick a nicer dress than the one that I was wearing on stage, work clothes are way to expensive to just wear anything to dance in. I try and save the nicer things for the floor, and wear the less expensive stuff for the stage.
Well there he is, just waiting for me to come out of the dressing room. Like I would have run out on him or something. Where would I go? Its not like I had a bunch of plans for tonight. Go figure I am here and the boss wouldnt be to happy if I just left early like that. As he leads me to his table he starts babbling about how he cant believe that someone like me would even spend any time at all with him. I make all of the right responses of course. Youre not that bad. Dont put yourself down like that. And all the other rubbish that I dont even have to think about anymore before I say it. I 've said it to many times already, it all just runs off of my tounge now with out me even having to think about it.
He pulls out my chair for me and waves for a waitress to come over. I just barely hear her askiing what we need. He orders his drink then turns to me and asks what I want. I'll have my regular, thank you. The waitress turns to my customer and lets him know that my drink is going to be fifteen dollars. He kind of gulps a little, it's strange but I can kind of see his adams apple bob some when she says that. Of course he answers that that is fine, and the waitress wanders off to get our order. He turns to me and we start talking about meaningless things. You know the kind of conversation that two people who don't know each one another very well say to each other. This takes up enough time for the waitress to get back with our drinks. She places napkins on the table and puts my drink out first then places his in front of him. He had ordered some kind beer, typical male drink in a place like this. While he pays the waitress I make sure to remind him to tip her, sometimes they forget to do that, it keeps me in the good graces of the wait staff and they help me out when ever I need it. As she walks away, he starts staring at my drink. My drink is a typical female drink, pink and frothy in a tall glass. He asks what it is, probably wondering why this fru-fru drink just cost him fifteen dollars. It's a Midnight Special, I respond. He asks what is in it and I tell him that it is something that the bartender makes for me, so I am not quite sure. Giggle, giggle. I smile at him. He would probably have a heart attack if he knew that I didn't drink, and that there was only non- alchoholic things in it. But thats the way that things work around here. We get kick-back on the drinks, and so even if we are just sitting with one of them we are still making money.
Suddenly the lights start flickering and the d.j. announces that this is the last song of the night and then we will closed. He looks at me and asks if I will dance that last dance for him. I tell him that that would be nice and as the music starts up I move in front of him and start to twist my body to the music once again. Again I start to take off my clothes and move teasingly for him. This is almost worse than dancing on the stage. I know whats going to happen when this song is over, he is going to ask me to go to breakfast with him. It always seems to happen with the ones that get dances at the end of the night.
My body is still moving to the music, i've done this so long now that I dont even have to listen to the music, my body remembers what to do with out me. Even as I turn my back to him I can still feel his eyes on me, feel his breath getting heavy. I flip my hair out of my face and wonder when this song is going to end. Why do they have to play the longest songs in the world at the end of the night. The music starts to get quieter and the lights start to slowly turn on, one at a time. I turn to look at him while I am picking up my dress. Here it comes. As he gets his wallet out he asks me what I am doing after I leave here. What did I say ALWAYS the last dance of the night. I am already meeting up with some friends after I get off of work, why? Hopefully that will give him a clue. He kind of shrugs and tells me that he was just wondering because he wanted to take me out for breakfast, but that since I have other plans already maybe another time. I tell him that of course another time would be wonderful. Then he asks when I was going to work again as he hands me some money. I dont even look at what he has handed me when I say that I am going to be working again tomorrow night.
Suddenly my boss shows up to finish getting every one out so we can close. He waves goodbye and walks out the front door. My boss shoos me into the dressing room so that I can get ready to leave. As I walk back through the door I look at the money that he gave me for that last dance. There is a hundred dollar bill staring back at me! My heart skips a beat for a second. That is more money than one dance is worth, more like four dances and I only gave him the one. Thank the Goddess that he must not have noticed what he was giving me! This month had been kind of slow and rent was due this week. I really hadn't wanted to dip into my savings for money unless I had to. I walk to my locker and get out my bag and start getting my stuff packed up while still wondering about my windfall. I finally finish getting my things and head out to the front of the bar. I tell the manager that I am ready to go and he sends me with a bouncer to walk me out to my car.
The bouncer chats with me about nothing as he walks me across the nearly empty parking lot. Only the employees cars are left, but just in case that is why the bouncers walk us out. So we dont get hasseled by strangers or anything. Well, there is my car finally, the forest green convertable. Even in the dark you can tell what kind it is, a cabrio, I had always wanted one. Now that I have one though, all it does is remind me of what I did to get it and what I have become. The bouncer tells me to drive safely and closes my door for me.
As he walks back to the front door I can only sit there for a minute while my mind shows me what I have become. I look up to the billboard out in front and read what is written there.
Venus Gentlemens Club
The Most Beautiful Women in Town
As I look at it I remember the first time I saw it I had almost cried at the name, but something drew me in there. I start my car and turn it onto the street just so that I dont have to look at what I have become. The street lights become a blur as I race back to the only sanctuary that I have. Brakes squeeling as I reach the garage entrance to the building I live in. Quickly I punch in the code and watch as the gate pulls back so that I can pass. I pull into my parking spot and turn off the car while trying not to think about who I really am. Walking swiftly to the elevator, I punch the number that will take me to my apartment. Every night I do the same thing. The same thing that I have been doing for the last five years since I ran away from everything that I couldn't have. I reach my floor as I am struggling with myself not to remember those horrible memories. Some how I am standing in my apartment without remembering when I unlocked the door. But my work bags are right next to the entrance so I must have done it while I was trying not to remember those last days with them.
I close and lock the door, while looking around the sparsly furnished rooms. There is nice furniture, but very little of it as I am working alot of the time and haven't found time to do much else to change that fact. I decide that before I just go over and fall on the really comfortable looking sofa that I should really get a bath first. Walking into the dimly lit bedroom I go over to my closet and get a nightgown to sleep in. After wearing shiny, flashy clothing all night I decide that a plain t-shirt will do fine for bed. I turn and go back down the hall to the bathroom, turning on the light as I reach it, then leaning over the tub to turn the shower on and get it the right temperture for me. Catching a glance at myself in the mirror I am almost shocked at my apperance. Long black hair hanging tangled to my knees, pale skin that looks like it hasn't seen the sun in far to long, and violet, almost black, eyes stare back at me from a face I don't seem to recognize anymore.
I start taking my hair down from its pony-tail that it had been in for most of the night. Then start sheding the clothing that smells far to much like liquer and cigarrettes for my nose. Stepping into the shower seems like heaven. I am finally able to start washing all of the make-up and sweat off of my body, along with all of the glitter too. I finally turn the water off as it starts to get colder, the hot water supply having been diminished in the last 40 minutes, and grab a couple of towels to wrap around my body and my hair. After drying myself off and putting on my t- shirt I remember that I left my contacts in and that I should get them out before I go to sleep. Leaning over the counter to stare at my eyes in the mirror, I slowly insert my fingertip into my eye to dislodge the soft piece of rubber and put it into the proper container. I switch eyes and repeat the process.
I quickly turn off the lights and return to my bedrooom. Getting under the sheets I close my eyes and start to fall asleep, my hand curls beneath my pillow to grasp a piece of jewlery. I pray that the dreams that have haunted me for the last five years don't return. Of course this is something that I have hoped for every night since then, but they do come, as always.
Moonlight fills the empty streets in a city like almost any other at midnight. There are parks that mothers take their children to during the day, malls that the young teenagers shop at, and places of business that people work at. This could be a city or town any where in the world, with people like anyone anywhere living in it. This one is differant from anyplace else though. Differances that someone would notice if they did not live there, that the people of this city take as common place though. Demons attack this city day or night, depending on the mood of their master, and normal cities would not have a defense for this but this one does!
During the day this park would normally be crowded with children laughing and mothers watching patiently while chatting with the other mothers. Tonight though is differant, five figures lay in heaps all around the park,thrown there as by some great uncaring force. While another stands in the darkness of the trees, her quiet sobbing filling the park with its loss.
As she slowly walks across the once beautiful park, its grass torn up and covered with gore, she sees' Him. The one that she loves holding another. Normally that would not bother her seeing as they had just been through a horrible battle and most likely he was only trying to protect the girls in his arms. Of course, after what she had seen over that last month though she could no longer believe it. There were the times at the arcade that she had arrived early and they had not seen her when she had walked in. Of course the fact that they were to busy staring into each others eyes probably had alot to do with it! Or the time when she was out at the park laying in her secret spot in the bushes when they walked by holding hands. She just wasnt sure if she could handle any more of trying to hide the fact that she knew that he cared for the other girl.
The young girl quickly checks the others laying unconscious on the ground before she turns and looks back at the couple. In the distance she can hear the sounds of the sirens coming and knows that the others will be okay, but she has to look in their faces before she can leave. Slowly she walks back to them and kneels down on the ground next to them. As she leans over them she notices how the young mans arms are holding the injured girl in his arms, almost like he would fight the whole world for her. And the girls face, even though in pain, looks like it is in the radiance of the sun for she is almost glowing with happiness just at being in his arms. Thoughts whisper through the girls mind as she wonders what she must do.
Leave them to their happiness, they say.
But what about me? Am I just supposed to ignore what I feel? her thoughts answer back confused.
Leave them and never return so that they can be happy, they tell her, it will all be better with out you here.
As the girl makes her decision to leave the sounds of sirens start to get closer and the lights from the cars flash across the park. Under her breath she chants the spell that will change them and hide who they become. Glowing mist rises from her palms and forms into five glowing balls that hover over the figures lying on the ground. The balls of light shower over the figures as she suddenly shouts out the final wordsof the spell. She glances up as the lights from the vehicles temporarly blind her, then looks away and back down to the young mans face. Looking around her to make sure that no one sees her, she bends over and brushes the softest of kisses across his brow. The faintest glow of light glints across his forhead for a moment before disappearing. She quickly repeats this process on the girl in his arms. In her own way giving them her blessing.
Quickly she gets up and runs from the clearing as the police cars arrive. As she runs she can hear the frantic vioces of the officers as they call for ambulances, but she already knows that they will survive. Just as she knew that she would walk and give them a chance for happiness. As she reaches the edge of the park she stops and turns to look back towards the area that she just left as she hears a voice whisper on the wind.
'Angel, my love'
She turns her back to the voice as tears start to rush down her face and disappears into the darkness.
Tears and sweat run down the girls body as she lies in the darkness of her room. Her eyes suddenly snap open as her dream finally lets her out of its' clutches and allows her to wake once more. As she get out of her bed she looks at the light coming through the closed blinds in her room. As always the dream never left her, but that was normal. She silently scrubbed her face and tried to wipe the tears away, but they always seemed to be there no matter how clean she got her face. There was always the pain in her heart for leaving those that she loved, for leaving him. Shaking that thought out of her head before she could start obsessing over it she quickly got out of bed to get dressed. Opening her closet she pulled out a long floral print dress with ties laced in the back to tighten or loosen it. Quickly dropping her night shirt to the floor, she pulls the dress over her head and lets it settle in place over her body.
Walking quietly across the room she glances into the mirror above her dresser and looks at her image reflected there. Checking her hair first she starts brushing to get the tangles out, almost in a trance from the calming feel of the brush going through her hair her eyes start to slowly close. Suddenly the girl drops the brush to the floor as she relises what she has just done. Staring back at her the image in the mirror shows her what she least wants to look at. Long black hair pulled back into twin buns with long streamers of hair hanging from them and below that shocked eyes stare back at the mirror image. Blowing a raspberry at herself for putting her hair up in the style that she had long ago tried to forget, she starts to pull her hair out of the buns. As she turns her face away from the mirror the light catches in her hair and finds the silver-blond roots that have grown out enough to be seen under the black. While the once bright blue eyes shimmer with sorrow and unshed tears.
"You are such a coward!", Serena tells herself, while behind her the light coming throught the window catches on a gold star locket laying on her bed.
TBC?
So there it is. I hope that you enjoyed it. I will definatly welcome any comments on this. Please let me know what you think. Thanks bunches .... princessrei