Fashionista

Prologue

I never choose this career. My conditions made me choose it. So many heartless people around. In start, I was scared, scared that I might turn into one of them. Scared that I would not be able to remain myself. I didn't wanted to be like them. But evil don't takes much time in putting its effect. Yes, it got me. Now I am one of them. And I never thought being them would feel so good. Free from all types of sorrows and sadness, free from the world, free from our own selves.

Here I am sitting in this bloody bar surrounded by people like me, drunk, carefree. The smoke from the pots enhancing the burn of vodka going down my food pipe. Every sip pulls me away from my reality. Reality related to my past. Ask me? I don't really give a fuck of my past and future. I just enjoy my present. Every night I feel like I will loose myself. I end up throwing in the bathroom of, god knows who, at 4 or 5 am in the morning. Guess what? I got another "Present" to enjoy, to care about.

It was him. That bloody asshole! I don't even remember his name! Fuck! I don't need to! That piece of shit won't let me live my life my way! He thinks I can be sober again! Why would I?! I don't want to and will never be. Being like this is more...fun, relaxing. That's how I am and I will be! No guy can interrupt me or tell me how should I live! He is just another Fashion Designer I had to work for but I am a Fashionista! Biggest designers lay down in my feet to make me their show stopper! I have the ultimate power in this whole world and no one, I mean, No Fucking cunt can take over me, my powers...!