Revealing Eyes

II

[ Rowena ]

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Seven days. It had been seven days on the streets. Seven days of utter torture. Day one was the easiest, but the most I regret. I couldn't control my anger. I screamed at little kids in the town square just because they couldn't count my change fast. I wanted to run away from myself.

Day two was definitely the worst. I felt as if I was starving myself with every single piece of food that I consumed. I could keep anything in for more than an hour. I practically dragged my body across the street just once before I collapsed on the floor. My body felt as if it weighed tons and my tongue was poison to the air.

I needed that medication. The government officials always teased me about how dependent I was on on it, but it was true. My body was repulsed of itself without it.

For some reason I was a bit different than the others who took the drug, and it must of been because I started it so early. I began to take that pill when I was only five years old. Groomed to be the perfect daughter, I became addicted to it early on.

Day three was miserable. I watched as happy families reunited for the evening, smiles gracing their faces. I yearned for a love that innocent and carefree. The closest to a mother I ever had was my maid who told me bed time stories until I was six.

Day four I pick-pocketed. I was able to steal a few dense wallets and two purses. My eyes widened as I counted the amount of money I was able to collect. I was pleasantly surprised by the wealth of the commoners. It would of payed for a nice dinner back home.

Day five was a blur of screams and smug expressions.

"Hey little miss, who are you to tell us that my son's life is not worth the government's healthcare?"

Tears and rushed hugs.

"How dare you speak so highly of the devils on earth!"

Growls and glares.

"What are you? Go back to where you came from and close that hidden mouth of yours."

Narrowed eyes and pointed fingers.

I couldn't help but praise where I came from. The environment I was in wasn't very fond of it however.

Day six couldn't of been more eventful. I began to take off the black fabric that covered my body; after a few minutes I was without it and only in a small shirt and shorts. My eyelashes fluttered at those who passed by.

Throughout the strange seductive haze, I realized that there was a small curl of black hair near one of the rips in the fabric. It must of belonged to whoever left me on the streets. I stashed it into my pocket as I caught the attention of a tall boy.

I was invited into his home and I stayed the night.

When I woke up, I was starving. On day seven I ransacked the small house I was in, eating everything that was in the mini refrigerator. I then left the house, spending most of the day and all of the money I stole on food and fast food drinks.

I could be attractively pictured as a girl with a poorly wrapped black coat around me. Small wisps of my dark brown hair were visible and my cheeks were stuffed with chips.

"Hey, would you like this?" My ears perked up as I heard a deep male voice. I turned to face a smiling boy who was sporting a hoodie. He was holding a plastic cup with a dark liquid in it.

I cocked an eyebrow up at him as if I was asking; do you think I'm stupid?

"Look, It's the last sample of Lucy's Froot's raspberry juice. I wanted to try it but it looks like you'd enjoy it more." A few chuckles escaped the stranger's rosey lips.