stream of conscious drabbles

bloody bitches

It was a warm afternoon when Lilac finally decided to emerge from her small room crammed into a dingy concrete building. The young woman had been asleep all morning after a long night of miscreant debauchery; and sleeping through her days was a normal occurrence which was only disrupted when Lilac ran out of marijuana to smoke. That was her mission for the moment.

The sky was a dull orange color mixed with the gray smog of the city. City buses, traffic, and construction work was the background cacophony of sounds that numbed Lilac to anything else. She felt grouchy because she had awoken without any tree to smoke whatsoever. She was utterly sober and because of this, her mind could spin her thoughts around at super speeds. Her thoughts were dirty clothes being beautifully punished in her washing machine brain. Lilac was sure that doing this would give her a headache.

Weed was the local high. Everyone smoked it. It was so commonplace like ciggerattes now that even the police didnt mess with you if you had one or two jays. Lilac did not care if people knew she was a pothead; life in this city was so shitty that anyone could understand the desire to escape with a high. Plus, Lilac had no other way to escape.

She had lived in this city for her whole 19 years of life. She had been in this locale for just about the whole time. Lilac was sick of the same old bullshit. When her mother passed, she dropped out of school to hustle and move away from her foster family. She joined an all girl gang that called themselves the Bloody Bitches. They fought for what they wanted and Lilac liked that. She didnt have to wait, hope, and beg for help; she took her help.

With the influence of her crew, Lilac was able to make enough cash to pay monthly rent for her room and support her habits. In exchange, Lilac stayed out all night and fought bitches and niggas. It seemed to be a reasonable exchange, and even now, Lilac was still tingly from last nights exploits. Yet, she also felt tired of the same ole, same ole. She felt bored with the whole thing already. When would they do more? Lilac was ready for more--but it seemed like only she was ready.

Lilac hopped off the bus that had taken her to a small cul-de-sac of high rise apartments. Here was where Lilac copped her marjiuana, but there were many dealers and thus plenty traffic. Never once had Lilac paid attention to the winos, junkies, and fiends littering the place; lest she see someone she'd regret. This time though Lilac scanned their faces indiscriminately, she didnt know why she wanted to see their faces, why she wondered about their lives. Lilac patted her pockets for her blade, and then inwardly laughed at herself for feeling on edge to fight. She was just here to get some tree and go home.

Lilac entered the third building in the circle, and then she took the elevator to the fourth floor, where she got off and strolled down a long hall, made a right, and walked down another hallway to the same door she always walked through. Lilac pounded the door, but the first hit dislodged it and it slowly creaked open like a creaky old sign swinging in the wind.

Lilac paused as her young mind instantly referred back to movies like a professional does his studies, wondering if she should enter this door. She was sober, but there were other places (in this building alone) that she could take her business to. She didnt have to go in here. Yet, Lilac knew Nut and Tee; she knew they'd give her the best deal, and if she charged in there to help them out, well she was sure they'd definitely look out. Lilac decided that more weed for less money was always the best deal; and so she entered the apartment, closing the door behind her and creeping down the hall.

Adrenaline rushed through Lilac's body as she anticipated the upcoming confrontation. Lilac was the type of girl who loved drama, and she loved a good fight. But the 2-bedroom apartment was empty it seemed so far. Neither boys were in the living room or the kitchen, but as Lilac headed down the hall, she began to hear sounds.