A/N: my first fanfiction ever. English is not my mother tongue, I'll try to do my best! This chapter is a prologue, CSI's characters will appear in the next one!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI nor any of its characters.. unfortunately..
Ginger
Prologue
The girl opened her eyes. The light of morning was cold, sharp, almost blinding her. She felt a twinge in her head while getting up, then reached the window and looked outside. The city was already awoken, cars and buses crowding the streets, people hurrying to get to work. From where she was, the penthouse of a skyscraper, they all seemed like ants to her, following an invisible, yet defined, path. She wished she had too a direction to follow,sinceshe was aware of the void that had become her life in some time.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a snort coming from the bed. Once, that sound would have made her laugh, but that morning, it only annoyed her. The man had woken up, too, she saw him stretching, his muscles lengthening. He was handsome; his physical aspecthad totally blown her mindwhen they first met; he reminded her of the main character in the "Cruel Intentions" movie, handsome and turd.She felt somehow attracted to him, though.
Cocky, definitely. Moreover, he was rich, the only son of one of the most important Italian building contractors. He knew he would inherit his father's fortune and business without making any effort himself, therefore he had acquired the confidence that everything was due to him and that everyone would never contradict him, no matter what he did. And he did lots of crazy things, actually; he bought whatever he liked, no matter how expensive or useless it was, he always gave big parties with many TV stars, lots of alcohol and tons of drug.
They had been engaged for… she didn't even know well how long. 'A total waste of time, anyway' she thought. Behind the happy and joyful façade, their relationship was totally non-existent; there had been love, surely at the beginning, but now, they were together just because anyone expected them to, not because of a deep feeling between them. And they were both aware of it, actually; yet, they found this situation convenient, ordinary and, somehow, inevitable. It was easier for them to pretend that their life was boringly idyllic, so that paparazzi would have other targets to aim at. But that morning, she felt as if something had to change.
The night before there had been a big party. She remembered seeing him with some bimbos, making out and snorting cocaine, and she had joined them. Nothing came to her mind about what had happened after that. The twinge had become a pulsing pain.
He ran a hand through his hair. "Good morning, darling. Slept well?" The sound of his voice and the grimace on his face, which once would have melted her, just caused his stomach to twirl.
"I feel sick" was her response.
"What's up, sweetie?" 'Sweetie'. She hated that nickname, it made her feel sostupid. She hated, indeed, all ordinary relationship nicknames: darling, honey, baby... they justdrove her crazy. And,her headache was getting worse.
"I'm leaving." Words just flowed out of her mouth, not following what her mind told her, but letting her instinct speak. "I mean, I'm leaving for good. It's over. I'm not happy with you anymore.I've become your shadow, the beautiful girl you show to your friends to put on airs an nothing more. I've let you do this, but now I can't stand this situation anymore. I'm fading. I can't write, I can't play, I can't sing anymore. I'm not blaming you, it's just my fault. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this before, but I've realized it just now. I'm leaving." Well, honesty was definitely one of her qualities, but she surely lacked tact.
After this tirade, she felt somehow relieved, and began to put her clothes on.
He stayed in silence, than spoke "Do as you want, bitch. I'm not going to beg you to stay." She saw his jaw and his fists clench, his muscles tighten. She knew he was hurt, not because of the breaking up, she knew he didn't feel anything towards her, but because he was the one who had been dumped.
She stepped out from the door and flew down the stairs, she didn't even think about taking the lift. On her way home, heading towards the subway, she looked at the clock, did some quick calculations and then pulled out her mobile phone from her purse; she heard three rings, then a male voice hastily answering the phone. "Hello?"
