Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
"You needn't die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end . . ."
-Stephen King, The Dark Tower
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☆Skyler
||New York||
4:52 pm
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Three hours before death-
I lay my hand on my chest for the seventh time today. My heart felt as if my blood had become tar as it struggles to keep a steady beat.
Maybe I should call Diana?
I shook the thought away. Today was probably just a sickie. There's was no need to inform Diana, I didn't want to worry her. Letting out a breath, I stuck my hands into my coat and continue to walk down the streets of New York.
A smile played on my lips, as I take in the site of the streets. The sidewalks were smooth grey stones, joined with such precision that the joins were almost invisible. The buildings are so astonishingly tall and eye-catching. These buildings encompass the most distinctive architecture I have ever seen in my lifetime. A perfectly unassuming shade to provide a backdrop for the yellow taxis and traffic signals. Pretty much half the brick walls, had a mural painted on them.
Even though I was born in Australia, New York was my home.
"Hey Skyler, wanna spare me a couple of dollars?" Barry asks approaching me. Barry was one of the sweetest kid you'd ever find on these streets. He comes from a low-income family and doesn't let it get in his way. He works his hardest to become something in life. He's one of the reasons why I still have hope for humanity. Other than the fact that he reminds me of the male version of Diana.
I stop walking and smirk at the teenage boy. "If I remember correctly mate, I spared you a couple of dollars two days ago."
Barry fidgets with his fingers, suddenly looking nervous. His jeans sagged below his butt and his coat was barely on him. "I know. You see my mama spent it all, even though I told her not too."
I shake my head. Sheila was sadly the young mates' mother. She was a prostitute, that would choose drugs and men over her son. "See mate, I told you not to give her the money. She'll only spend it on drugs."
