lights and endless possibilities. This will be my last stop, I feel it in my bones. Obviously I’ve been known to be wrong before. If that’s the case, I’ll deal. I always find a way to adapt to new surroundings and situations. When I’m shaken yet again from my mind, I look around for a final time.
I can see him. The one that continuously follows me from place to place. He thinks that I don’t know who he is. That he ’s the intelligent one. He looks as if he hasn’t slept in days. Rough stubble lines his jaw and dark circles shadow his eyes. I can pinpoint his distress by his posture and the way he stands almost completely hunched over. Even from this distance, I can tell he is completely destroyed. Nobody believes his accusations and he has no proof. Why would anyone believe that someone as innocent looking as I could really be a destructive and nasty bitch. I laugh to myself. I make it a point to flash a mega-watt smile in his general direction. His face turns to instant confusion. He looks behind him, as if I must have been smiling at someone else. I take full advantage of his lapse in judgment and quickly board the bus. I’m the last one on a fairly empty bus and the driver pulls away almost instantly. I sit by myself and put my headphones on full blast. Music is the easiest way to drown out all of my condemning thoughts. Maybe at some point I want him to catch me. His dedication is truly captivating. But not just yet. I’m having too much fun to stop now. I force myself to push his face out of my mind. I need to get my head back in the game. What’s done is done, now on to more fun. You only live once, right?
Welcome to Hell …
For all intents and purposes, let’s just call me V. I’m twenty-two years of age, but well beyond my years in knowledge. I’ve been there, done that, won the piece of shit award and put it in a box with the rest of my dirty laundry. No matter how old I get, people still continue to look at me the same way. Too young to be experienced and too old to experiment. I don’t want to get into niceties, as my story isn’t something I want you to remember. There is no happily ever after for me or for the people whose lives I poison. I don’t intend on doing this forever, just until I find myself, however long that takes. I don’t feel guilty about the things I’ve done in the past to get where I’m at and I’m not sure that I ever will. I look like an angel, but I’m built for sin. And I sin, oh how I sin. Lust, greed, gluttony, pride; you name it, I’ve done it. I have no family and no friends. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. You see, I have a tendency to steal the souls of those that love me. Now this isn’t some paranormal story, so get that out of your head before we even begin. I just mean in a realistic sense. I literally bring men and women to their knees and make them bow down before me. I wish that I could change. Except, not really. I am who I am, deal with it.
I ’m currently kicking it in New York, NY and loving it here. I have enough cash to get me by, but I still do odd jobs here and there. I’m pretty much good at anything. I’m a fast learner. I tend to travel sporadically and never settle in one place for too long. I can almost hear the wheels in your mind turning. Why would a twenty-two year old girl be traveling around by herself, you ask? Simple, I don’t settle. I never have and I never will. Life can be gone in a blink of an eye and I want mine to be filled with fun, passion and sensory overload. Notice that I didn’t mention love. That thing, it’s just not in the cards for me. I’m not sad or upset about it, I’ve come to terms with the way I’ve been hard wired long ago. I’m a creature of want. I get what I want, from who I want, whenever I want, and I feel no remorse for the paths I choose to cross on my way. This is just another stop on my journey of total gratification and then
I can see him. The one that continuously follows me from place to place. He thinks that I don’t know who he is. That he ’s the intelligent one. He looks as if he hasn’t slept in days. Rough stubble lines his jaw and dark circles shadow his eyes. I can pinpoint his distress by his posture and the way he stands almost completely hunched over. Even from this distance, I can tell he is completely destroyed. Nobody believes his accusations and he has no proof. Why would anyone believe that someone as innocent looking as I could really be a destructive and nasty bitch. I laugh to myself. I make it a point to flash a mega-watt smile in his general direction. His face turns to instant confusion. He looks behind him, as if I must have been smiling at someone else. I take full advantage of his lapse in judgment and quickly board the bus. I’m the last one on a fairly empty bus and the driver pulls away almost instantly. I sit by myself and put my headphones on full blast. Music is the easiest way to drown out all of my condemning thoughts. Maybe at some point I want him to catch me. His dedication is truly captivating. But not just yet. I’m having too much fun to stop now. I force myself to push his face out of my mind. I need to get my head back in the game. What’s done is done, now on to more fun. You only live once, right?
Welcome to Hell …
For all intents and purposes, let’s just call me V. I’m twenty-two years of age, but well beyond my years in knowledge. I’ve been there, done that, won the piece of shit award and put it in a box with the rest of my dirty laundry. No matter how old I get, people still continue to look at me the same way. Too young to be experienced and too old to experiment. I don’t want to get into niceties, as my story isn’t something I want you to remember. There is no happily ever after for me or for the people whose lives I poison. I don’t intend on doing this forever, just until I find myself, however long that takes. I don’t feel guilty about the things I’ve done in the past to get where I’m at and I’m not sure that I ever will. I look like an angel, but I’m built for sin. And I sin, oh how I sin. Lust, greed, gluttony, pride; you name it, I’ve done it. I have no family and no friends. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. You see, I have a tendency to steal the souls of those that love me. Now this isn’t some paranormal story, so get that out of your head before we even begin. I just mean in a realistic sense. I literally bring men and women to their knees and make them bow down before me. I wish that I could change. Except, not really. I am who I am, deal with it.
I ’m currently kicking it in New York, NY and loving it here. I have enough cash to get me by, but I still do odd jobs here and there. I’m pretty much good at anything. I’m a fast learner. I tend to travel sporadically and never settle in one place for too long. I can almost hear the wheels in your mind turning. Why would a twenty-two year old girl be traveling around by herself, you ask? Simple, I don’t settle. I never have and I never will. Life can be gone in a blink of an eye and I want mine to be filled with fun, passion and sensory overload. Notice that I didn’t mention love. That thing, it’s just not in the cards for me. I’m not sad or upset about it, I’ve come to terms with the way I’ve been hard wired long ago. I’m a creature of want. I get what I want, from who I want, whenever I want, and I feel no remorse for the paths I choose to cross on my way. This is just another stop on my journey of total gratification and then
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