27 July 2012
Chapter 1
The lights were the only things on the streets. Showing me the road. It was pitch dark. I only saw the lights coming from windows. High buildings in the middle of the city. I looked down again. It made me dizzy. I wanted nothing more than a night out with friends. But I ended a friendship and walked out with my heels in my hands.
As I got home, my head was spinning. I hated living alone. It was bad enough I had an extra room. But I managed to stay here. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was a huge mirror. With a golden frame all around it. It wasn't old, no it was brand new.
I saw her, she, me or whatever. She was looking at me. She was skinny, cause she had to. She wore a little black dress. She wasn't holding those black heels anymore. Her lipstick, the red one she bought two days ago was on her lips. Fitted her perfectly.
Her eyes, brown with no sleep looked at me. She looked at my hair. My red straight hair. Of course it was colored. What else?
She was me. I was her. My head continued to spin as I walked to the living room. I lived on the 87 floor. I worked for a magazine. With fashion, that's why I lived like I did. Dressed as I did. Was as I was. It was hard to believe I was alone.
Alone. I walked to my bed room. The double bed made me feel bad. I was alone in this town. Only 21. I was not found of the guys at work. They were taken, jerks or had no interest in me at all. And I hated dating guys from work. And most of them were models. I got undressed and stepped in my bed. Turned the table lamp off and fell asleep.
Take Me Back Home • Opuss № I