LIKE A FLUTTER IN THE WIND
Fighter
She thinks she could have been a fighter. She certainly trained enough for it when she was younger. But that was when she younger, when she hadn't really known what it meant to fight. She could probably still pull some moves from her muscle memory that would shock everyone who knows her now, but then again, the people she knows now, everybody knows better than to prod into others' pasts so even if anyone was surprised, they would never ask her about it. Never ask her why she isn't a fighter anymore. It's better that way, she thinks.
No, she isn't a fighter. Or at least not anymore. Or maybe she was never a fighter to begin with, or else she wouldn't have broken that easily, would she?
No, she isn't a fighter. She lost that fire years ago when that very same thing stole everything she knew from her. Fighting brings too many problems, too many complications that she can't afford. She wonders when she became such a coward. She thinks it must have happened around the same time that she decided to forsake her sad existence for death. It didn't work out how she'd hoped it would, she thought wryly as she gently fingered the thin scars on her wrists that has still yet to fade.
No, she's not a fighter. But something deep inside of her thinks that she probably could have been a damn good one.
"Ruby, there are guests waiting."
She laughs darkly. There are always guests waiting.
She turns to the doorway to catch only a glimpse of the back of the other girl, Rachel or Rochelle or something or another. People passed through places like this too quickly to really form any sort of identity, unless of course one happened to achieve the fame (notoriety) she herself has. With a small sigh, she takes one last assessing look at herself in the mirror before standing and straightening out her uniform.
She's not a fighter but that doesn't stop her mind from wondering how different everything might have been if she were. She shakes her head. But look at her. Even now she's more of a dreamer than a fighter.