She walked out not wanting to hear a response, out into the crisp, night air. She pulled her overcoat tightly around her small frame, as she blew into her tiny balled up fist for warmth. It was a cold wet night; the streets wet and dirty, the pavement emitted the smells of urine and alcohol; every now and then, the smells of the Chinese takeout on the corner wafted by. Only the red neon lights that displayed “XXX”, flashed as a beacon in the night. Every once in a while an ambulance would wail by and continue until it was a faint sound in the distance. Diesel fuel filled the air, as the bus made its regular stop in the neighborhood. It never stopped long enough to pick up anyone, just seemed to be going through the motion. She would sometimes hear the familiar sound of faint screams on this stretch of her walk; coming from different parts of the city, so it seemed. She often thought to herself,
“I wonder if someone is dying right now, at this very moment.”
She didn’t want to dwell on such morbid thoughts, so she picked up the pace, trying to find just a little more light to welcome her from the shadows of this dark and dreary night. She grew angrier at every step that she took as she reflected on how she had ended up at this point in her life in the first place. She was a very beautiful girl, full of promise and ambition. She had a wonderful smile that masked all of the pain hidden in her heart, and she kept it that way, not wanting to reveal the many skeletons in her closet. She didn’t want any hints of an emotional breakdown to cloud anyone’s judgment of her; she spent enough time judging herself.
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