| Fan Fiction |
by Livi
--Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson
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Throughout all times, night has been a constant source of dreary life. It had always been inflicting a mystical sense of foreboding upon the human race. Fortunately the grandiose and the stunning natural of brightness had invaded the forces of darkness. In the distance the sun had emanated the hues of a striking symphony of orange, red and yellow permeated the atmosphere of the half side of the earth.
Gracefully, the birds stretched out their wings and as they started to sing and to exhibit their magnificent voice in rising and falling in breathtaking cadences to the nature of light as if they had wanted to make people wake up and welcome the majesty of light.
Nevertheless there was one woman who didn’t sleep. She was inside her small room as the first ray of the rising sun shot through the window and poured down on her. She stood in front of dressing table to see her own reflection.
She looked very beautiful, immensely beautiful. She had applied a rouge color of lipstick that made her lips looked sensuous. Her thin cheeks were covered by pink blushed on. Her eyebrow were arced perfectly and her large brown-eyed was plastered with dark eyed-shadow. Her Long eyelashes fluttered closed, then lifted. Even with the heavy make up she applied could not hide the lifeless eyes downcast in hopelessness.
The woman who stood in front the mirror wore a very seductive outfit. The red halter neck dress was fitted perfectly on her frame. Four inches red stilettos not only enhanced her figure to look taller but also enhanced her immaculate legs.
Suddenly a single tear poured down on her cheek and then another one until it became raindrop of tears. She hid her face with both of her hands s if she had no wanted to see her own reflection.
Her cried was a heart breaking. If someone had listened her crying, she would cry with her. Nevertheless, it was only the sound of silence surrounded her. No one knew the sorrow of her life. The tears were flowing endlessly.
She didn’t know how long she had been crying. All she knew when she wiped her tears, her make up was already ruined. But she didn’t bother.
Slowly her trembling hand opened her red purse and found a stack of money there. It was her first what her boss called salary. That money was enough to pay all the bills and her monthly rental apartment. That money was enough to survive her. But it was dirty money she exchanged not from her skill but from her body.
She shut the purse and put it away as if she had wanted to forget what had she done to herself. She shook her head tried to dismiss the thought what had happened two hours ago but not to her avail.
Oh, how she regretted her choice, if she had one. She didn’t have a choice and that was the thing she regretted. She had made decision that afternoon in the coffee shop. It was the most crucial circumstances in her life but then again… She had no choice.
She didn’t remember when she had walked out from the coffee shop to the nearest pay phone. All she remembered that she had talked to the sultry voice of a lady. She sounded pleased that she had accepted her offer. She had asked her to go to the certain place she mentioned.
And few hours after that, she had talked to her personally. That lady had been around forties and she had worn a very appealing dress that showed almost every assets of her feature. She had seen also few girls almost wearing the same outfit. They had been almost at her ages or slightly older.
She had spoken although had been friendly but it had sounded a business tone. She had informed her that since she could have only done a part time, she had had to give her income fifty percent instead of seventy percents just like the rests of the girl. She had not stayed with them and for that reason also the lady had given her a special policy. The lady said that she was not bonded to her. That she could leave anytime since she was not working with her full time.
She had been thankful at least for a while that she finally could have resolved her financial trouble. But her thankful had not been last when she had met her first client. The thought of an elderly big stout man had touched her naked body had been printed in her mind. The first man who had touched her body had been her former boyfriend who had betrayed her loyalty and the second one had been a perfect stranger!
And as thought crossed her mind rapidly she took off her outfit and went to the bathroom. The cold shower had cleaned her body but not her soul. She kept scrubbing and had put a lot of liquid soap all over as if she wanted to wash away the dirtiness of her but she was not able to.
Another tears streamed down on her face when she rested her wet body against the wall. She cried a river. How God, she wished she could turn back a hand of time. But she could not turn back time. She was only a girl who had lost her parents couple weeks ago. She was only a helpless girl and her name was Xiao You Yang.