Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 12: The girl named Bella

  
{There are moments in our life when we meet someone and we feel as if we have known them all our lives}

   It was raining heavily and her feet were cold. She was tired and could barely walk straight. She was traveling for four days with trains to arrive in New York. She was hungry, dirty and tired. She could make it. Her house was on the other side of the city but she could make it. She knew it.

  She low-key had miss this city. You could meet anyone there. And each one of them was having an interesting story in their past. New York for her was the city of running. Everyone was running to catch something. A job, a bus, a love interest, a dinner. What was she running after though? Money? No, not anymore. A job? She can't work. A love interest? She never actually had one. Well, it looks like she was running after the future. She was hungry life this time. She wanted to experience things she never had done before.

  But, to be honest, she did need to eat something first. The loud noise her stomach was doing wouldn't let think. She spotted a market and entered it. Her jeans were wet till the knee and her hair looked like she just got out of the shower.
She grabbed two cold sandwiches from the fridge, a bottle of water and walked at the cashier.
"Do you have red Malboro?"
"Do you mean Marlboro?"
What a great start. She was embarrassed as fuck!
"Yes." she said keeping her voice down.
"Where are you from?"
"Argentina." Technically she shouldn't be saying information about her but oh well she wasn't the only Argentinian in New York.
"You look kinda familiar." he felt her blood boiling. She was expecting the next sentence to be the worst that could happen.
"You look like..." was he about to say it? Her heart was beating extremely fast. She could feel cold sweat running down her forehead. He was saying it. That's it!
"I don't remember. But y'all women from there look alike."
After she paid she took her bag and left the market. Enough stress for today. Let's add it to the list. New York is the city of stress.

  She sat at a small park and started eating one of the sandwiches. After that she smoked two cigarettes and got up. While she was walking down the street she could feel people walking behind her but she could also feel two eyes locked on her back. Hers on the other side were fighting hard to stay open. Someone was definitely following her. She started speeding up but with the corner of her eye she could barely see the same woman following her. She could see that she was wearing a grey jacket and a cup and her long brown hair were falling on her shoulders. Could be...? No! No! That's insane! How did she find her?

  She decided to turn into a dark small road and see who was following her. Just after she turned she saw a female figure coming right after her. Not taller than 5.3, she didn't look really athletic and definitely not a person who could throw hands.

   Sylvie came out of her hidden spot and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket placing her closer under the light of the street lamp, so she could see her face. She didn't look older than Sylvie's age, round face with a sharp jawline, big well shaped eyes and big lips.