Red Dead Kiss03:16 Sep 19 2016
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Here is a sneak peak look at the story I have been writing. It is a rough draft so far and I am no near done... But here is some for you lovely people to read:
Once inside the club Red Dead Kiss, I was greeted by a large man dressed in a black and white suit. His smile was blindingly white against his dark skin. He was stunningly handsome in every way. His eyes were a shade of green I had never seen before. They almost looked unnatural, but somehow I could tell that they were his own.
"Right this way sweetheart." the handsome man said as he led me to one of the small booths that lined the walls. "May I get you a drink?" He waited for my response. I was too fascinated by my new surroundings to hear what he had just asked me. The man cleared his throat with slight impatience. "Are you new to the club?" He asked me.
"Yes, I am. I noticed the club on my way home the other night and thought I'd come check it out." I straightened myself and looked back into his eyes. "So 'bout that drink." I pulled out my wallet and handed him a twenty dollar bill. "I will have an old fashion, please and thank you."
He took the bill from my hand and responded, "As you wish, my dear one." He made his way across the room to the bar.
I got up from my seat, looking around at all the photos lining the walls. Most of which were photos of artists, authors, and some celebrities. I did not recognize all of them, but the majority of them I was familiar with to some amount. One photo caught my attention specifically, it was one of Edgar Allan Poe. In my opinion, he was an under appreciated author of short stories and poems of his time, he died a poor man.
I could hear someone approaching from behind me, the clinking of the ice in their glass gave them away.
"Are you familiar with Edgar's work?" The woman sipped her beverage, waiting for my response impatiently.
"Yes, I have read many of his short stories and poems." I turned to face the woman who had begun speaking to me from behind. Her hair was poorly pulled back into a bun on the top of her head, stringy crimson hair falling into her face and down her neck. Her makeup was phenomenal though, red eyeshadow with perfect winged eyeliner.
"That is good, he is one of my favorites. I can remember during my school years hiding in the girls washroom hunched over, reading what he had to offer while I was trying to kill time. Sadly the girl's washroom was often my only safe refuge during school hours. I was bullied a horrifying amount by my classmates. Those days I had a massive lisp when nervous. Luckily those days are long over." The woman consumed her drink in one impressive swig. “But enough about me, my dear. Tell me something interesting about you?”
I gulped nervously, I don’t know what to share about myself. I am not an overly interesting person. I live a mundane life, very uneventful to say the least.
“Cat got your tongue girl? Come on, speak up!” The woman leaned up against the wall, playing with the remaining ice in her glass.
“Well, umm. I work in a coffee shop a few blocks from here. I saw that this place had opened up on my way to work one day and decided today was the day I’d come by and check it out for myself.” Nervously, I played with the clasp of my hand bag and stared at the floor trying not to make eye contact with the woman. I did not know if that was the response she was looking for.
“I am glad you stopped by then. We have not had many come into the club since opening. It seems there are not many of interest in this city, well not yet anyway.” She outstretched her hand toward me, with a crooked smile across her face. “My name is Lilu by the way. I am a friend of the owner, so you will see me here often.”
I smiled sheepishly and shook her outstretched hand. “My name is Constantine and Connie for short.” Lilu grabbed hold of my hand firmly, kissed the back of my hand and smiled even more so than before. “It has been nice to finally meet you Connie.”
COMMENTS
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KieaCakes
06:08 Sep 30 2016
It happens. PPD makes people do some awful things. The point is that you see it now and the fact that you're so worried over it pretty much guarantees you won't do it again. You know what to look for now. I am a big advocate of therapy. I had to go through a ton of it to get myself right. Look online or call your insurance to see if they have a list of therapists that take them. It really does help when you have a professional to talk out all your fears with.
Babies aren't as weak as so many make them out to be. They're made to withstand some pretty rough treatments in case of emergencies. They're squishy and bounce back pretty easy. Your child is happy and healthy. Your next one will be even better because now you know what you did. There's nothing wrong with you. You're human. Humans make mistakes. Humans need help. It doesn't mean you are broken or weak to ask for that helo either. It means you're strong enough to know when you need someone else to step in. :)