These Lives I Walk
HighOnBrokenWings

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11:03 pm
Tuesday June 17th 2008
Manchestron Street
Sienna POV

Chapter One
These Lives I Walk

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I shivered from where I sat in the dark empty gutter; the streetlight above me flickered on and off unreliably. I hated this with a fiery passion, but I knew that it was the only way. The only way that didn’t involve honesty, and honesty was something that I had never been too great with. Plus I needed money. I needed it fast.

“Hey! Hey you!”

I turned my head rapidly. It was one of those moments when I knew that person had to be talking to me.

The staggering stranger stopped several meters away from me clad in a tattered hoody and pants that looked as if they had been fished out of the garbage.

“Hey you,” He clicked his fingers.

Yuck, there was no way I would do it with a drunk, despite how desperate I might get. Well, not a completely trolleyed idiot likes the one that was standing in front of me, there might come the time where it would happen with someone slightly off their face…

“What’s yer name doll?” Uh… Did he just call me a doll? I turned back around. I was used to attention, these kind of people didn’t faze me. No one really fazed me. Ah, there had been a time where that would be considered a lie. But times come and go, and in the end I'm just left standing here.

Or sitting, as in this case.

He continued to blabber away; he must have confused me for someone who cared. His tone rose and fell allot. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to be out on the streets on such an empty – hour till midnight – night.

Ha, that sounded crazy.

I fiddled with the hem of my skirt in the dim light. The closeness to darkness didn’t bother me. But it would have bothered me if it were fully dark.

Darkness equals a blank.

Living in a world of blankness is worse to me than any possible torture. Without anything to pin my life to I was screwed.

That’s why I was so relaxed. Even when the streetlight flickered off, there was still the light from the moon. There was the gentle sway of a party a few streets over.

Cars were uncommon down this street, at least at this time of night. There were only a few specific kinds of people that found the need to drive down this dank crappy street in the first place…

I'm sure it would be a bad hit to your social status to be caught where I was. Like I gave a crap about what anyone though of me. How could my life now be any worse than the half-life I had left behind? The answer: It couldn’t.

“Fuck this,” I muttered bitterly to myself, “Fuck the whole entire world!” I shouted, rising to my feet and taking off back along the road, fuming. Everything in the world was so thoroughly screwed. Everything was dark, and I didn’t shine with a great enough light to change that.

My feet impatiently tossed up loose stones, kicked at cans, and blew through piles of grass clippings. For some reason I noticed how the tapping of my feet on the cracked concrete went along perfectly with the flickering of the streetlight that I had left in my wake.

I hoped that the creepy man had given up too.

Tendrils of my hair melded with the darkness. It was naturally close to black, I hated it. It was the dreaded color that I was trying to hide from, the horrible colour that my life was, and there was no escape from that reminder.

My face was pale. If you stuck me in the middle of a pond you could mistake the light bouncing off my face as the reflection of the moon in the sky. Not that I would have any reason for floating in the middle of a pond. Unless some psychopath was trying to drown me.

I had piercing eyes, the craziest shade. They were so deeply gray that sometimes I could swear they were silver. Pinpricks of stars in the sky. All of these factors made me feel as if it was right for me to be stuck on the side of this crappy street in the darkness.

It made me chuckle darkly. How much my image could be linked to my life. I was awash in a world of monotones; somehow I had lost any claims I’d had on some right to color.

Of course there was no way out. Who had I been kidding? What had running away really achieved? Now I was in a completely different country, with no money, no job, no shelter, no nothing.

And I was scared, on the side of the road, trying to use my body for money. I had never been bad at anything, not anything except this. A hell of a thing to be crap at.

I plonked myself down, this time under a massive tree. I wanted to cry, I really did. I was so desperate. I had nothing, not a single thing. I was going to die slowly and painfully on this street. I was hungry, weak, and malnourished. All I had were the small items in my bag, and the clothes on my back, I was completely alone in a foreign country with no place to go, trying to crack jokes, to prevent my façade of bitchiness from slipping. All at the age of seventeen.

Lights flashed around the corner, I knew that the driver was browsing due to how slowly he was going. I didn’t know how many miles the speed limit was, not that I would be able to make sense of it even if I were to know, I was too used to metrics. I did know that the limit was faster than the speed this car was cruising at.

The engine rumbled dramatically is it approached where I sat. I didn’t want to look at the car, so I didn’t. I wasn’t one to be easily tempted by curiosity.

I could feel the air pulsating with the noise of the stereo; there was a buzzing noise that I connected absently with the sound of a window being wound down. The music faded out.

“How much?” A low voice asked. Deep, but not the croaky, I've been smoking my whole life deep that I was becoming accustom to. It flowed like honey around those two words.

I looked up. I couldn’t see the mans face in the darkness, but I could see his car. God, could I ever see his car, big, flashy and no doubt highly expensive. The kind of car that makes you sure that the person who owns it is trying to make some kind of statement.

“One hundred,” I replied briskly, rising to my feet. “And I charge by the hour.” Despite the forwardness of my words, my voice wavered uncertainly. All I’d ever had was sleazy old men, and then I had taken what I could get. It had never been much. And now there was a man, who couldn’t be much older than myself sitting here, in his ostentatious whatever it was.

If the opportunity arises, grab it with both hands and don’t let go.

I lent in the window, and that was when I saw him.

I had never been the girl that fanaticized about her happily ever after, and I had never believed in love at first sight. To tell you the truth I thought it was all an utter load of bullshit.

But of course I didn’t mind that I was now falling head over heels.

His hair was a tousled tawny brown, the perfect length. His eyes looked dark and mysterious. All of his features seemed so perfectly aligned, as if angels themselves arranged them. And the grin that he flashed at me was both teasing and slightly arrogant at the same time.

He was fucking gorgeous!

Shut your mouth you idiot, soon enough he’ll be telling you that you’ll catch flies. Knowing your luck you will.

I obeyed my subconscious mind, my eyes tracing further. Hard looking chest, large, but proportionally correct hands, the skin from his elbows down were a golden tanned, his arms themselves looked strong… And I really needed to stop oogling.

“I can do that,” he agreed, I had known he would. He lent over, I noticed in the passing that his eyes weren’t dark brown like I had first thought, but rather an auburn hazel colour. Unique and oh so hot. “Get in,” He offered.

I slipped steadily into the leather seat. I wasn’t yet accustom to having the steering wheel on the left side of the car.

He slipped me a green bill; I had to check before I correctly labeled it as a one hundred dollar note. It annoyed me how American money was all the same colour. Back home my life had been full of brightly colored, easily distinguishable notes.

He quickly turned the wheel in a u-turn. It surprised me how fluent the movement was. “Lets head somewhere quieter,” He told me softly, through the music, I was yet to get over the marvel of his voice, how was I going to handle the part where our naked bodies would have to come into contact.

I had never been one to fall straight into love, whether it was my stubborn nature, or the fact that such an idea seems so damned shallow to me, it just had never happened.

But here I was, with a guy that I probably would never see again after tonight.

I was already desperately in love with him for no reason. And I was scared shitless, because it was my job to have sex with him. But mainly it freaked me that I knew that nothing more would ever come of it.

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I didn't know - not at the time - how dramatically these streets were going to affect my life, and how it would play out. But in the end, so many things happened because of them.

Really I wasn't walking the streets. I was walking a fine line between too many different lives.

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A/N:

This is the beginning of a story idea that sprung to me yesterday. I liked it for some reason, so here it is....

I really plan on continuing with it!

Okay, so her name is Sienna, and if you hadnt realised she was actually a prostitute.

The guy in the car is probably going to be called Riley, although I'm not sure, if you've got any better names, I'd love to hear them!

Aha, so were going to obviously see allot more of this mystery young guy, I think I've made it so that she first arrives in America while schools are on summer vacation, but I'm not 100 percent sure about this.

I will be writing this with the American spelling of words. So color instead of colour.

I thought it was quite an original idea, and it really will develop....

*She'll start school
*Get in trouble with her night antics
*And fall further in love with the queen bee's reluctant boyfriend

Please tell me what you thought of it, and whether its worthy of continuing!