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【 reseda, 2017 】 ━━ tw abuse
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━━ Freedom was boring as shit.
She could admit that maybe it had its moments. ( Really, it was one singular moment, thanks to the Memphis group home that comprised of lots of angry teens who exclusively offered solutions dependent on bleach and hair dye in order to help alter her appearances in exchange for more effective ways to knock a bitch out. ) However, if this was the freedom that so many of her former peers had vied for, then goddamn, did it suck.
Any legitimate papers she have owned had already torched by the time she was four years old. All that meant was that she was forced to spend weeks, if not months, waiting in the group home for her contacts to ( illegally ) create a new identity, and in turn, brand new legal documents for her.
However, she didn't use them for their speed. She used them the same she had been used: because they were good. Six weeks later, Svetlana Novikova was officially deemed a bad memory. Stevie Novak, a bitchy, emancipated orphan with a shitty ( albeit prepaid ) apartment and a questionable gig at a local club, took her place. It took less than a week for the Golden State to claim another lost soul for its own.
She spent sunsets contemplating how dangerous American law would really be if she had just slit the throat of the next person who grabbed her ass. She thought maybe she should sucker punch the next frat douche who decided the best place to puke was her shoes.
When the sun began to peak from the horizon, she paid close attention to the needle littered streets she walked on with only her black tights as a barrier between the cement and her skin. She thought about slamming her fist against the brick walls because her dickhead boss decided to take half of the staff's tips ... again.
But she took a page out of an old companion's bookby closing her eyes and counting to ten to stop herself from taking a broken beer bottle to someone's throat. Because she wasn't a killer. Not anymore.
( Well, she was recovering. It was a process. Don't judge. )
In the meantime, she was transitioning towards a schedule adjusted for school.
