Nothing To See Here

Chapter 1 - Badlands

I'm a slut.

But it's for a good cause, I swear. 

It's the only thing keeping me and my sister looking, like wealthy children with busy parents. It's the only thing that lets us live the beautiful and terrible lie that we chose to live every day since our parents practically destroyed each other, leaving us to fend for ourselves in this terrible world. I chose to take up small odd jobs, in the beginning, providing a little money while I dropped out of school and my sister lied her way to popularity.

She was angry and distant then, not really because of our parents which she could really just care less about. It was because she was declared clinically insane, with split personalities, and she couldn't be fixed unless she went to a mental institution. This happened right after our parents died, so I pretended to be my mother, allowing her to go for two months, much to my sisters disdain.

When she came back, she was reported to be perfectly normal, no anger issues, no split personalities, no insanity shown. She was 'normal'.

She tricked them, saving everything she had to take it out all on me, screaming, throwing things at me, threatening to tell the truth about our family, yelling that she wished I wasn't her sister, that she hated me, and calling me names, everything she had she threw at me.

I deserved it. 

We didn't talk much until I found out that strippers can make more money, so I told her, and she responded with fake cheeriness, saying, "Now you can be a druggie and a slut!"

I still went with it, but her words were like knives, and they stabbed at me everytime I went to the strip club. I believed her and cut back on the drugs, now only smoking pot every so often after work.

Crybaby would tell me when we had to move to another hotel, would manage the money and would arrange her transfers to new schools. We never had to talk to each other during this, and it was good, she was improving due to her meds, and I didn't want to bring back the side that revealed itself to me that day when she came back from the institution.

I walked out of my room, walking past the door that connected me and my sister's rooms together, hearing the sound of girly laughter as I walked by. She had friends over, and it it was okay, she didn't need to tell me anything, she was mature enough to handle things on her own, much more than I was when I was her age.

I closed the door behind me, sighing as I put my key card in my purse, walking out of the five-star-hotel in a skin tight dress, receiving catcalls as I waited for a taxi, my turquoise hair glowing under the light of the artificial colours of the street lamps. I stepped into a taxi that stopped in front of me, giving the street address and the money in advance.

Finally there, I walked in from the back entrance and waited quietly for my table to be given.

"Hey, Landsie, same richy mc rich table?" Sam, the waiter and one of my only friends said as she approached me, smiling.

"You know it, Sam," I replied smiling at her, she was one of those friends that you're aren't really close to but you would do anything with.

"Still making money for that vacation up on the surface of the city?" She asked, hopping on the counter.

"Yup, and we are going to see every landmark there,  then we'll do every stupid tourist thing there because why not," I responded, my mind filled with the perfect image of the expensive, beautiful city on the surface of the New New York City.

We talked a bit more about our dream vacation plans, and then another waiter came over to me saying, "Reserved table, come on Badlands,"

I hate this.