Thread: When the Chips are Down [Darkened Knight & Cosmic]

The rain wasn't cold anymore. There was no need to be cold anymore. It was just that simple, if something was bad, you don't think about it, you don't talk about it. You don't waste your precious energy to swim against the stream. You go with it, and if a waterfall is at the end, you smile and jump. Yes, Noemi Parker was popular here. Her fair skin and round full lips were on high demand here. Who cares if her body was shivering in the autumn rains, or the dress she was wearing was thin, short, and hung loose on her skinny under-fed frame. Or even the fact that she sported all different colors of bruising on her abdomen, and her arms sported long tracks that kept her work bearable. Never hit in the face though. It was her face that got her into the temporary heat of a car, and twenty dollars that she got to put in her bra. Then again, her mind was wondering again. The disassociation game was the one she needed to work on. The game where you don't think about anything at all. You pack your mind away into a cozy little spot and you just let your body work for you. Then when you have the five hundred dollars you need, you go back to Him, and see if he will let you sit down for a while. Let you sleep. She closed her eyes for a bit longer than an average blink, before opening them, staring at the blurry traffic. She was becoming wary about the police, they normally made their rounds about now. Then it was fifty-fifty as to whether they would site you or make you hand over His money and work for free. She always had the latter. And then she would get beaten when she went back to Him, for being so foolish to get caught. Pearl, don't forget to smile. A girl to her right said, looking worried. That was one side effect of packing your mind away. When you returned, everything was different, including your name. Noemi smiled. Cause in this world, when someone told you to do something, you generally did it. Unless of course you were told to do it by someone who you didn't know, didn't pay for it. But Noemi wasn't having much luck. It was already 1130 and she only had a hundred dollars. She probably wouldn't be sleeping tonight. She hated it on the nights she didn't sleep. On the nights she didn't sleep her mind wandered. And when her mind wandered she thought about her old life. The good life. The paintings, and the champagne. The warm soft beds, the arms that would wrap around her and hold her throughout the night. The poetry, and the warm jackets, the little onesies and toys people would give her, waiting for the baby. The good life. But thinking about it only brought out more of the ugly in the current life, the bad life. It was easier to pretend that all of the good was just a dream. That she was born into this. That her love, her baby, her drawings and paintings. That they were just the products of her misery. That she wasn't missing out on anything, that simply, she was dreaming of what could be. What should have been. A few cars whizzed by, splashing her with wet before she saw one slow down just down the street. She tucked her mind away again, and allowed herself to walk to it, smile on her face as her eyes were glassy with drugs. She tapped twice on the driver side window, pushing a hand through her sopping wet hair. Hey, are you busy tonight? Her cold, shivering voice asked the glass, not quiet seeing who was there. However as soon as she made eye contact her heart skipped a beast as she stood there like a deer in the headlights. Not a sound was made, but suddenly her whole body was so heavy and her mind rushed in with such a force that she felt dizzy.