Eyes On Me
Chapter 2: Dreamer.
She walked gracefully through the crowds of people, getting the orders and delivering them with accuracy. It was twelve. She had two more hours before she got off. The club worked till three, but she got off early. She had connections. May be it was in the wrong business, but it helped. Sort of. She sighed as she walked behind the counter to pick up another order.
"Kag, it's your turn to be a bartender." Someone called. She turned to look over her shoulder where Rin was waving at her. She half smiled in returned and took up a spot to the side. Less people usually sat there.
An hour rolled by and she was still on bartender duty. It sucked. She was good at mixing drinks and everything, but her legs hurt. The bad thing? She still had to study for exams as soon as she got home. Sad? Very much so. But what's a grade eleven girl to do? The obvious answer. Work as a stripper/singer. Not what most girls have in mind for first work experience, but it's a job. And it pays. Surprisingly well.
Wow, time sure freezes when you don't want it to. It seemed like she's been standing there half asleep half flirting with customers for far too long. She glanced at the clock. Five minutes till 12. Finally. She handed the mixed drink to the guy in front of her. He was still talking to her about something. His girlfriend? Jeez, what the hell was he doing here then? Pathetic. This is why she never got into a serious relationship. Or why she never should have. But that's a whole different story. One that wasn't going to come up. Ever.
She excused herself from the talkative man and whispered that she's gone to one of the closest bartenders. Slowly she made her way to the change room, trying to walk in a straight line. It was surprisingly hard.
She changed out of the uniform, thankful for the comforts of loose clothes and make up remover. It was a blessing. She packed up her things, trying to stuff the high heeled boots in the duffle bad. They refused to fit.
After the struggle of Kagome vs. Boots was finally resolved (not without a few bruises to the winner, of course), she was ready to leave. She sighed as she opened the door and walked out through the screaming and hysterical people. She was pushed and bumped into, yet no one bothered to apologize. This place was too hectic. No one ever had time to stop and breathe. It was strange. No one would have thought, huh?
She pushed the large black back door open, she cool fall air hitting her face. A content smile graced her features. Fresh Air. No cheap perfume, alcohol, cologne, or burned junk food. Just air… She slowly walked out, crossing the street.
They had chosen a strange place. It was right across from a children's park, but one can't complain with the amounts of money it brings in. Her pace slowed even more when she walked over to the swings. She dropped her bag to the ground, sitting down on the swing and lightly pushing off. The air rushed by her, messing up her perfectly done up hair. She closed her eyes, and pulled on the elastics. It fell around her face like a dark waterfall, silent. It was strange there was no sound of cars, no loud music, just birds. It was peaceful. So unlike what she was used to. She liked it.
Thunder sounded somewhere, and lightning flashed. Her eyes opened lazily as the first few drops of rain fell. Then the next few, and then it came down in a down pour. She should have brought an umbrella. She didn't. And now, she was going to suffer the consequences. Which are? Looking like a wet dog. Its not as fun as it sounds.
Picking up her bag from the soon-to-be muddy ground she hurried to the bus stop. It was supposed to come in 3 minutes. She sat down on the wet bench, not caring that her pants would soak in everything. She waited for a minute, then another and another. These things were never on time. A raindrop slid down her cheek, looking more like a tear then anything. Her perfectly straightened hair was now in curls, waving down her back, lower then her waist. It was going to take a long time to get it under control now..
Just when she was about to start wrestling the knots out of her hair, two light flashed down the street, coming closer in the form of a bus. Five minutes late.
She stood up, waiting for the bus to come to a stop, and before the doors opened, she looked back. She remembered this park. She used to come here as a child. Her father brought here, for ice cream and swings. It used to be fun. He told her when she had kids, he would bring them here too. And she used to believe him.
Well, what can you do?
She was a dreamer…
By the time she got home, not only was her clothes wet, but her bag and everything she had with her. But she was finally home. She lived in an old building on the bad side of town, in a horrible neighborhood. But, it was still home. She had a small one bedroom apartment, with a balcony, which probably isn't a safe place for people anymore.
Dropping the bag by the drier she made her way to the bathroom. A hot shower would be so welcome right about now…
Her wet clothes slid into a pile on the flower and the water dripped before blasting on fully. She closed her eyes as the hot water washed over her. She grabbed the shampoo and dumped some of it in her palm, washing it through her hair. Rinsing it, she did the same with conditioner. The knots slowly worked themselves out of her hair, leaving it in a wavy waterfall down her back. Some scented soap and body wash later, she was out of the shower and in a towel, trying to find her pajamas.
She walked back to the bathroom. The room was still fogged up from the hot water, but the mirror stood clearly reflecting her. She looked at herself. A pale girl stared back at her. She was pretty short. Inky black hair surrounded her, bangs long enough to get in her eyes. Large blue eyes stared back at her. Full lips, straight nose, perfect teeth. She stared at the perfect girl in front of her. She shook her head at the mirror. This wasn't who she was! Taking the towel from her shoulders she threw it at the mirror.
…She didn't want to look like that! She wasn't perfect! She was no-where near!
People always told her she was pretty. Her friends told her she was beautiful. They said, she was the kind of girl, who on her worst day, could wear jeans and a tee, and all the guys would still worship the ground you walked on. But she didn't want it to be that way! She wanted to be normal, not a beauty queen. She wanted to work as a waitress, not a stripper. She wanted a normal life with normal friends, and may be a boyfriend, who liked her, for who she was inside. Not how large her breasts are. Or how good in bed she would be.
She collapsed on the bed, eyes filling up with tears. Any other girl, would they be happy like this? Being this? This walking perfection? So beautiful on the outside? So broken on the inside?
She turned her head to the side, looking out the open balcony door. A star streaked across the sky. Time to make a wish.
"I wish… I wish I had a way out of this… I need a way…"
The star had disappeared from her vision. She didn't feel any different, though she didn't really expect to. All her life, she has been left out by girls because of jealousy, and approached by guys because of her looks. Yet here she was, 17, all alone. Sure she had Sango, but Sango had friends! She had a boyfriend! She had a normal life!
She respected Sango, because she was better then that. She was better then looking at her, scowling, and walking away. Because she stopped, smiled and asked for her name. Because she was a friend. It was more then can be said for most people.
She sighed. It was more then could be said for anyone else.
Hey,I updated! Please review, I need to know what you think, and i'm almost done the next chapter too. I'll post it up after a few reviews.
Later.
Kira.