Chapter 2
Bulky walked me home. He always walked me home when the sun turned from gold to bronze and and the blue sky turn into a reflection of the same bronze that was formed. Only the clouds didn't follow that rule for instead of becoming orange they turned a light girly pink instead. I couldn't really judge those colours for what they are though. They weren't as noticeable to me at that time of day since I was blinded by the flying dust of the streets and the emptiness of silence. How good it is to choose the thug life. You walked wherever you wanted to and did whatever you wanted. You were streetwise and knew almost every trick in the book. You were feared by people all around you even if they didn't know you. I love feeling that freedom whilst the air touches my lungs on the inside. We weren't actually as bad as people thought. Most of the thugs I knew were like Bulky and I. Struggling for survival and striving for success.
"Bulky, do you think we'll ever move into the middle ring?"I asked him as we walked through the dust covered air during the empty sunset in the deserted streets. The thugs come out at this time of day so everyone hid. The thugs, as in them. He didn't really reply though. He only shrugged.
"well when I l live there I'm going to marry you so you can live there too," I stated and looked closely at his features now. He was blushing greatly at what I have said. He was older than me and I only thought of him as a friend but I could never live to loose him. This was the only way I could think of to spend some time away from poverty though. He already lived on the streets and didn't end up too well on the job side of things. "But I can't read," He said. What a pathetic excuse. I could just punch him for that. He didn't want to marry me because he couldn't read? I kept quiet and held my tongue. There were no words needed for this kind of situation. It was awkward and I wanted to scream.
Maybe the odds wanted to end the silence because before we knew it we saw a foreign looking girl dressed in blue putting up a poster on the wall at the edge of one of the shops. I felt like bothering her since I had nothing else to let my anger out on I felt like letting it out on her. I was a so-called-thug anyway so it wouldn't do any harm but after all that all that could escape my mouth was
"People from around here can't read, love. You should find someplace else," I couldn't be mean. I may have a reputation but I sure as heck can't do that to a girl as pretty as her. She had light blue eyes that contrasted against her Slav skin. Her hair was in a long, single plat with weird hair loopies hanging from the front of her face. Her features were one of an Eskimo which didn't really suit her skin carnation or her eyes but she looked pretty no one the less. She was wearing around her a brown bag with water in. I couldn't take my eyes off that bag since I walked around quenched lately and had no water to drink this present day. She only turned to smile at me and talk "Well, if anyone does know how to read I really need them to see this." She said that with a sweet, seductive voice of hers. I could just feel Bulky falling for her as the side of me became hot and shaky. I could feel his heartbeat and sense his sweat. But I couldn't argue with the both of them at this time of day. And not with bulky. He may be a sissy but he knows how to fight. He knows how to punch and wrestle and was so much taller than me. I may be the strongest person alive but there was no way I could beat him in a proper fight. She didn't have the instinct of an animal that he had. Although at that moment in time it could be braking out through a women's jealousy. "Why would you need people to see it that badly?" I asked. She only looked at me with a 'duh' face and answered with nothing but a simple "Because It's important!" She stormed. Well at least the heat from Bulky was gone but now I had to deal with an angry babe in front of me! "Calm down we weren't really saying anything bad," Bulky hit. Not physically but his words seemed to hit her just as well as he hits people and makes them bleed. What was this idiotic behaviour?
I was getting tired of their unnatural greeting long since I first set my eyes on the Eskimo beauty. So I did the one thing many girls in books do to get out of a hard situation. I fainted.
To my surprise I wasn't anywhere near the lower ring where I fainted when I woke up. I was in an almost dying place with the murky water covering the surface of a forest . A forest with trees so high that I could not even see the sky nor the leaves. Yet it was strangely lit up by sunshine . I loved it and hated it there. That gave it a slight hint of originality could have been since the ring was also like this. Maybe that was why it felt so much at home. I felt enslaved as I travelled through the filthy water in that place. It was only a knee deep long and I was used to disgusting conditions but something about this place kept me week in the knees and heavy at the heart. That was when the trees ended that I found the place. A little hill on which the light shone brightest in its potential glory. Something like of a fairy tale. Something like of a dream. And her dream right now would be to get out of the knee high filth and find shelter in that home. She had never ventured up hill since the lower ring ground were flat. She found it breath taking and yet something remarkably sentimental. Like an everyday grant wasted and forgotten. She felt more like that when she reached the little hut. She could practically feel the worn out white paint. She could almost smell what was inside it. Yet she felt more numb, more empty and destroyed than she has in the longest time. Like she has forgotten life altogether.
Finally, she made it to the door. She didn't have enough manners to knock. She just wanted to know where she is. How she got here. When the door was creaking band when the air turned heavy, that was when she saw her. A pale beauty with white hair. White eyes. White lips. Black dress. She wanted to say so many thing when she saw her ' How did I get here?', 'Where am I?', ' Why are you so pale?', 'am I dreaming?' , 'Who are you?'. She did nothing but stand there though. Stand and stare at the poor maiden in the back of the room. "C'mon, say it" She finally uttered form those pale lips of hers. Bai Zin looked at her. She opened her mouth and was about to say something yet it was as if her own lips had betrayed her " Who are you? But I already know who you are,"
