The Handsome Devil

Chapter 2 - Reunion

Deya's chocolate eyes cautiously scanned both sides of the street. After yesterday's trip to Brixton, she expected to find something else. Something exciting and dangerous. Deadly even.

In any case, she didn't expect to be met with a row of seedy garages and storage rooms.

Just my luck..

Taking few steps forward, she let out a disappointed sigh and her head filled with more memories. It's been months since she decided to drown herself in the darkness of London. To seek her ultimate end. However, it seems as the more you look for something, the less likely you are to find it.

Brixton was supposed to have it all, yet, the only danger she found herself in, was alcohol poisoning. A clear image of group of youngsters surrounding her as if she was a specimen in a zoo flashed in front of her eyes.

"Look at her! Isn't she gorgeous?!" a woman's voice exclaimed a little too enthusiastically.

"Seems a bit sad though.." another person added while Deya kept her head low in hopes they will just move on. Those people seemed to be anything but dangerous, and she certainly didn't come here to make friends.

"Where's the whiskey?" she heard a man ask, before the bitter taste of alcohol filled her mouth as they forced the bottle neck past her lips.

"Don't worry, we'll fix ya" the same voice whispered into her ear, and she felt herself being pulled into a tight hug.

The girl's fists clenched in anger. Why did they stop to talk to her? Why care? Don't they understand that she doesn't want to be fixed? That she doesn't... deserve it?

Angrily, she kicked a beer can laying on the ground and watched it tumble down a flight of concrete stairs.

With a bang it landed into a puddle, and for a moment she focused on her reflection in the water. It has been weeks since she has last seen herself. Her hair was dirty and tangled into one huge mess, face resembling nothing of the cheerful girl she once was. She also must have lost weight, as her cheeks were no longer round and her clothes - or whatever remained of it - was just limply hanging on her body.

She desperately tried to see whatever it was the Brixton strangers did. But her efforts were useless. She looked insane. Worn out. Dead walking.

Did they, perhaps, pity her?

Her head snapped left when her ears caught a muffled sound, and she instantly pushed the thoughts aside. Maybe today is her lucky day after all.

With determination she set forth in the direction, hoping it's more than a lousy fox looking for dinner.

The closer she got, the more the noises started to resemble voices and she prayed it wasn't just her mind playing tricks.

Bingo!

Half jogging now, Deya frantically looked from right to left. There it was. As she forwarded between the garage doors, she noticed a tiny stripe of light coming from under one of them.

She stopped to listen again. It was definitely more than two people, however, she was too far to make out the words. Silently sneaking closer, the girl stopped a mere meter from the garage door.

However, to her disappointment, she could not hear a thing. What are they whispering now? To disprove her suspicion, she moved even closer and leaned her right ear against the harsh surface.

Nothing.

When she was about to give up and go away, the door suddenly flew open sending her crashing into the ground hard.