Two days ago on Christmas Eve.
It was snowing. Not too heavy, not to light. Packing snow, the kind you can build a snowman with. My sisters made ours with smoke buds for arms, used condom for a nose, thrown away tin can food for a hat, our finished burger wrappers for eyes, and a toothbrush for its mouth.
Sure, it isn't a lot, but we try to stay optimistic especial during cold by doing small things like this when our business is slow.
Some of us pray, like me to find hope on something or someone will answer our prayer for a better new year. Others hope that their parents will take them back home. Begging for a second chance for the mistakes they've done.
Yet, there was woman like me, closer to my age, early twenties, dark hair, dead pale skin, sky blue eyes, to finally have a better job; hoping for a better future.
Lenore is her name.
Lenore Cadaver.
We bounded the most since we are very similar in almost every way possible. We've always told each other one day our prayers would be answer; each morning as well each night.
Christmas Eve was our night.
Like any cold night, we use our lighters to keep warm while waiting for our next "customer" outside a nearby abandon theater, there's an ally we meet once we'd finish up.
When we got there, a group of thugs were in the ally with heavy coats, bats, and some with a taser.
With not much of defense on our side, the girls and I took off one our high heels to throw at the gang members.
Hoping it will distract them while run off.
Sure, one would think to call the cops, but some of the girls have criminal records, so that was out of the question. Without another option in mind, we all ran to the closest ally we could find.
Unfortunately for us, those husky, smug looking thugs caught us to us, cornering us.
Panic was set, with fear making our shave, missing one heel each, making all us shiver. We all huddle together to keep warm, thinking this was the end of all us.
Was the end?