To Dance!-Chapter 6
...short careers...
Mimi woke the next morning with a splitting headache. Everyday was the same now. Wake up hurting somewhere, get the mail, wait for someone to come and take her to work (They wouldn't let her go out alone.) come home, wait for someone to come and pity her for about and hour, crash somewhere, wake up and do it over again. Today would be no differant.
Mimi figured all her dignity was lost. The beautiful, vivacious, adventerous girl she once was died the day Roger walked out. 'Or maybe it had been before that. Maybe she was lost before you even met Roger. Perhaps the Mimi you once knew died when you discovered smack'
Mimi remembered that perticular day very well. She had been working at the Cat Scrach Club for a little over a month and one of her fellow dancers noticed how shy and nervous she was onstage for someone so beautiful "I just get stage fright sometimes." She admitted to him. "I know exactly how to fix that." He had told her.
Mimi remembered little after being dragged into the back alley of the club where a hygenically deprived man with an oversized coat was looking around guiltily. She remembers he friend from the club talking to "The Man" as the dancer had called him. She remembers the Man pushing the small bag of drugs into her hand and slyly takeing the 10 dollar bill out of her hand at the same time. Mimi remembers watching her fellow dancer carefully melt the powder and shooting it up into his vains. She remember being incredibly afriad of the needle, but noticeing how relaxed it made her friend she agreed to have him show her how to snort it.
She remembers a little bit of the following months in a bit of a hazy blur.
She remembers finally being able to stick the needle into her. She remembers going to the Man almost every night to get her smack so she could just get through the shows. She can remember sweaty, gruesome, dirty sex on the brick wall of an alley with an anonymus slutty stranger.
She remembers crashing, cold and hard on the floor usually with no one around to hear her screaming.
She remembers mornings spent with splitting headaches leaning over the toilet.
She remembers very clearly the day she went to get the mail and she found a letter from the doctors office saying her blood test results were in.
She remembers hearing those aweful words comeing out of the doctor's mouth "You have tested positive for HIV."
A knock on the door brought her out of her horrible past.
"Its open!" She called to the unknown person on the other side of the door.
The rest of the day was a complete blur to her until aproximatly 11 pm when she walked out of her boss's office.
Fired. She had been fired. Fired for exceding the weight limit!
"I'm sorry Mimi but your contract with this club says that you must stay below the limit or I have the right to fire you. When people come to this clb they want their fantacies lived, and they want attractive healthy looking people to do that. You! You can't even fit into the costumes anymore!"
Mimi blamed Mark for all of this. It was him who was forcing her to eat everyday therefore it was her fault she gained so much wieght. And with him loking her in the apartment like Repunzle she couldn't get out and excorsise.
'Fucking withdrawl' She thought that night before passing out on the floor of the bathroom.