B

11 1 3
                                    


The beep of my phone alarm goes off, I throw myself to the other side of the bed and turn it off. On my way home I busted my phone but the shitty alarm still works. It's 8 A.M. work is not something I am looking forward to. Listening to my boss whine about his next appointment with a client and to schedule his next vacation isn't something I feel like doing today. I sit up and wipe my drool filled hair away from my mouth. I wipe the slobber on my blanket and jump up from the bed to the bathroom. I fell asleep in the jeans and tank top I had on last night. I almost trip on my military boots as I am entering and sit to take a leak.

"Fuck!" I mumble to myself, I forgot shitpaper. I shake myself as a man would and tear my clothes off and turn on the shower. Opening up the closet in my bathroom I pull out the last roll and throw out the old cardboard replacing with new. Taking a quick shower and going to the mirror I apply my makeup. I usually wear dark smokey with black eyeliner and black lipstick. My dirty blonde hair lays to my waist normally holding it back with a purple and black skull bandana. For work I look more professional, in an office setting.

I hate my job but Chander set me up after I graduated. He knows the owner of the multimillion dollar company, still no idea what they make or how the hell he knows him but I've been there for 2 years. The pay isn't great but it gives me a little savings in my bank account and enough to pay rent.

I dry my hair with my hair dryer, leaving my thick hair in waves and curls around my body. I proceed to put on a thin line of eyeliner and a thin coat of mascara. I pull out my nude eyeshadow and apply. The dark smokey works better with my forest green eyes making them brighter. I got my mom's eyes but my dad's hair. She's a brunette, her eyes change from green to blue. My mom said my dad had brown. Who knows if she actually knows who my dad is, maybe that's why he never had anything to do with me. I apply dark red lipstick to keep my normal style. Looking in the mirror I look like a completely different person. You wouldn't even know who I was seeing me all dolled up like a fucking preppy bitch. I walk into the bedroom and look into my closet. I only have 8 outfits for work. I never felt the need to have anymore than that. I don't like shopping and if I do go shopping it's a thrift shop or Walmart. I pull out a black push up, black panties, a spaghetti strap tank, a dark red shirt with black roses on it and a pair of black slacks. I get dressed and put the only work heels I own on. I should really get a new pair but I never see a reason to spend money.

Grabbing my car keys, I head out the door and lockup.

"Shit" I mutter to myself.

I forgot my purse, something I only carry to work to keep snacks in, cigarettes and my money. None of my outfits for work have pockets, which really sucks because I love pockets. I unlock the door and I'm starting to head back in when I see something out of the corner of my eye in my planter. A small red box is sitting there waiting for me to grab it. Of course I'm curious so I grabbed it. On top is written 'Tally' so I open the box and I drop it.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not usually surprised by fancy things but this would make you shit your pants, change your pants then, shit yourself again. In the box was a necklace I haven't seen since I was 8. I lost it at a park when Trey and I were waiting for one of mom's ''friends'' to leave the house. I had snagged it on a branch when he threw the ball too far playing catch. Mom was upset about it because it was my grandma's, I had never met her but from the stories mom told she sounded like an amazing woman. She disappeared when mom was 14. Noone knew where she went and the police were on the case for a long time. Grandpa was suspected but they ruled him out. He died when I was 14. He never knew what mom was into and grandma is still in the missing persons database. My mom still hopes to see her again one day. I got chewed out for a week for losing that necklace. I pick up the box and study it. The same heart shaped necklace with a blue diamond in the middle, 24k chain and an etching on the back "Even the darkest days, turn bright".

The Darkside of the BronxWhere stories live. Discover now