Zodiac One-Shots

You Ghost Me (CancerXAries)

I hate this part of town.

This is not the part of town where I belong.

This is where people go to lose themselves.

But haven't I lost myself too?

The girl's legs couldn't take it anymore. Exhausted and weak, she collapsed next to a rusted blue dumpster, hoping to get out of the harsh wind.

She was quite a sight for the passerby. Her normally straight red hair was curled into thick tendrils and coated with so much hairspray she could probably intoxicate anyone within twenty feet of her. Arms and legs were smoothly shaven just hours before and swathed in strawberry scented lotion. Her nails were painted an emerald green to match her eyes, and her dress was short and red with a black belt that probably costed a normal person's yearly budget. Shoes and socks long gone, her pale feet were warped with mud and street trash.

Tears streaked down her cheeks, streaking through the powder used to cover up a dash of freckles on her nose. She carelessly wiped her hand across her cheeks, smearing what was left. Curling up on herself, she muttered, "What the hell happened?"

But on the inside, she knew exactly what her life had become. A bunch of twisted lies had ended her on the streets, probably doomed to the death penalty once she was found. Images flashed through her mind of her sister, Capricorn.

Once, when she was small, she remembered taking a picture with her sister in the park. They had gotten into an argument a few minutes before the photographers showed up over something small, perhaps over a flower or something, and in the end, Cancer had gotten to keep it. Enraged, Capricorn stomped away, only coming back when their mother forced her to take the picture they had paid far too much money for.

At first, she had wrapped her arms around Cancer a little too tight to be friendly, but Cancer, being only eight, had thought nothing of it. But afterwords, her parents saw that she had put up bunny ears behind her head.

Crying of embarrassment, Cancer had run away, her mother shouting, "Capricorn was only playing!" Now, cancer had the picture stuck in her head, except instead of bunny ears, she held a gun.

Now, 14 years later, she might as well have.

Cancer leaned her head back against the crusted brick wall, staring at the sky beyond the city lights. With a sigh, she stared at the stars in the sky. They twinkled high above the ground she stood on, so far away from reality. She wished she could join them, but knew in her heart that would never happen.

She shook her head and looked back down towards her mud caked feet, wistful dreaming all but gone. The sirens howling in the distance reminded her that she was on the run, but she succumbed to the aching cold in her body and fell into the darkness.