10-27-2014, 12:45 PM
Aurora had been walking the streets, it was late, she knew she was in a bad neighborhood. But who was going to be looking for her a presumably good girl in a bad neighborhood. She still hadn't called the man back that had called her. She hadn't even gotten his name, but his number was the only number on her wallet that she could decipher. Her memory was still shot, still gone, still no where to be seen. It was upsetting.
The books were no use, the drawing was even more useless but she stared at them all every night in the whole in the wall apartment she was staying at right now. It could have been days or even weeks since she'd been outside, seen anyone other than her landlord the night she took the peice of crap apartment in the red light district. The distinct red light was always there, the streets were almost always busy, but it was comforting for some strange reason to have all those strangers around living their lives. She envied them, they knew who they were, and in the red light district they weren't ashamed of it, they walked the streets in high heels and short skirts, or their custom made tailored suits.
Tonight she wanted to walk, it was still cold outside, the snow was still falling most of the time. She had never liked the cold. She knew that much, felt that much anyway.
No one bothered her, the men would watch her walk by, some would call after her, but she'd smile and keep walking. For some reason Aurora wasn't afraid, she knew she could defend herself. Across the street Aurora could have almost sworn she saw a man throw a fireball, but the car between them exploded. A trick of the eye. But something nagged at her, something she should know but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The car burned, men rushed around corners, the man she thought that had thrown a fireball collapsed to the ground. Aurora quickly crossed the street as she dialed for emergency services to come. The driver of the car, or was it parked? Aurora couldn't remember, it all happened so fast. The thought made her question everything.
The emergency responder didn't seam overly eager to take her call from the red light district, but he assured her someone was on their way. Aurora didn't think they'd get here anytime soon.
One man was helping the fallen stranger, except he seemed to know the man. Aurora asked with a smile. "Everything alright here?"
Aurora knelt down next to the man on her knees. Aurora put her hands on the man's forehead and a strange feeling overwhelmed her, everything reached a new clarity.
Aurora didn't quite remember the exact instance but she saw a net form and pass through the fallen man. It was something she remembered doing before. But she didn't understand, it was instinct. Aurora didn't remember what it did, but maybe it would help, alleviate whatever he might be experiencing. She could feel something wrong with him, but she had no idea what, nor did she know what it was, but something was wrong.
The books were no use, the drawing was even more useless but she stared at them all every night in the whole in the wall apartment she was staying at right now. It could have been days or even weeks since she'd been outside, seen anyone other than her landlord the night she took the peice of crap apartment in the red light district. The distinct red light was always there, the streets were almost always busy, but it was comforting for some strange reason to have all those strangers around living their lives. She envied them, they knew who they were, and in the red light district they weren't ashamed of it, they walked the streets in high heels and short skirts, or their custom made tailored suits.
Tonight she wanted to walk, it was still cold outside, the snow was still falling most of the time. She had never liked the cold. She knew that much, felt that much anyway.
No one bothered her, the men would watch her walk by, some would call after her, but she'd smile and keep walking. For some reason Aurora wasn't afraid, she knew she could defend herself. Across the street Aurora could have almost sworn she saw a man throw a fireball, but the car between them exploded. A trick of the eye. But something nagged at her, something she should know but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The car burned, men rushed around corners, the man she thought that had thrown a fireball collapsed to the ground. Aurora quickly crossed the street as she dialed for emergency services to come. The driver of the car, or was it parked? Aurora couldn't remember, it all happened so fast. The thought made her question everything.
The emergency responder didn't seam overly eager to take her call from the red light district, but he assured her someone was on their way. Aurora didn't think they'd get here anytime soon.
One man was helping the fallen stranger, except he seemed to know the man. Aurora asked with a smile. "Everything alright here?"
Aurora knelt down next to the man on her knees. Aurora put her hands on the man's forehead and a strange feeling overwhelmed her, everything reached a new clarity.
Aurora didn't quite remember the exact instance but she saw a net form and pass through the fallen man. It was something she remembered doing before. But she didn't understand, it was instinct. Aurora didn't remember what it did, but maybe it would help, alleviate whatever he might be experiencing. She could feel something wrong with him, but she had no idea what, nor did she know what it was, but something was wrong.