Thursday: Decided to leave for a little while. Packed up some clothes and shoes and my favorite lipgloss along with a shoe box o'money. Left earlier this morning and took a shower at the local shelter. Washed my hair and everything. Did my make-up all nice. I am even wearing perfume from a bottle I bought at the local store. Its purple and black and smells like burning wood and I love it.
This is the story of my life: I lived with Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and saw a lot of things that no normal human ought to be subjected to. I have been the other end of those things on at least one occasion that I am aware of. I have been burned, frozen, sliced, kicked, bitten, scratched, stabbed, stitched, hit, and otherwise mangled but survived it all.
I stand now in a dead girl's outfit, on a street corner downtown at 3 am with a backpack full of blood money and nightmares. Tonight I leave that all behind and start something new.
This time, no one's going to fuck with me.
END PART 2
(bonus: I made this one night out of boredom. It's the Album of the BatGirl.
Go to my user lookup and follow the url to my album.)