Glam and the ghetto (updated weekly)

Welcome to the ghetto - Armani

As I made my way down the deserted carriages of the tube I noticed a slim blonde haired women wearing some kind of Halloween costume. She was laying down, sprawled out face first on the dutty floor, literally white girl wasted.

I decided to take the seat available to me on my left so that I wouldn't have to take another step closer to her. The good guy in me was telling me to go and check to see if she was still breathing however the city survivor in me told me to keep my ass put and keep looking forward. Everyone knew the slum survival code; don't see nothing don't hear nothing don't say nothing. I figured I would distract myself of the potential medical emergency by plugging myself into my AirPods and vibzing out to some trap soul. Just as I had begun to take out the ponds from their case, I heard a deafening and disgusting retching coming from the direction of the passed out passenger a few feet from me. I continued to focus my gaze straight ahead of me, while I inserted one AirPod into my ear. Another loud and nauseating gag came from this messed up lady followed by the splattering of vomit. I looked around to see if there were any other bystanders willing to step in. It was just me and her. I wanted to continue to ignore the situation. All I kept thinking was that I was not involved but the nasty vomit smell that was slowly filling the gap between us was fully involving me. I could not ignore her any longer and so reluctantly I got up from the comfort of my blissful ignorance and made my way over to her.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

The pale faced commuter mumbled a moan before she began dry heaving. Taking a step back, I told it to her straight.

"Listen your clearly not alright. I think you should get off at the next stop and call someone to come get you. Where's your phone?"

I bent down to her level in an attempt to locate her possessions. I saw a beautiful silk clutch covered in mini, mossic mirrors protruding from underneath her limp body.

"Don't worry I'm not trying to rob you, we just got to get you help."

She moaned again and I took this as s sign of consent. Doing my best to avoid touching any vomit, I carefully released the purse from under her. I had never seen anything like it. It was so well put together and attentively designed. I feared that she might be foreign and not understand English. I opened the bag and saw the latest iPhone snugged inside, as well as a set of keys and a YSL lipstick. When clicking the home button didn't activate the mobile I knew that the battery was dead and so calling for help wasn't going to be an option. As I placed the phone back into the bag, I noticed the word 'Tom Ford' painted into the lining of the bag. Raatid. I thought to myself. This bitch probably had p's no wonder she was dressed like the wicked witch from the west. Suddenly I felt more vested in helping her.

"Where are you tryna go?" She didn't seem to be responding much to my questions so this time I gave her a firm nudge that stirred her a little. I repeated myself.

"Hello! I said what stop is yours. I'm going to help you get off and call you a cab." The girl raised her head from the ground just enough for me to look into her murky water blue eyes.

"Chelsea." She muttered.

"Chelsea!" I exclaimed.

I let out a small song of laughter at the information she had just given me.

"I hope that's your name and not where you're heading. Chelsea, that's South Kensington way. We're now approaching Bow. You do know this is an east bound train right, not west?" I couldn't help but chuckle at her situation. "Girl, you're not even on the right train!"

I didn't think her face could get any paler. obviously what I had just revealed to her, made her feel some type of way as she began to turn a porcelain white. I tried to imagine myself in her position and thought of the help I might appreciate someone offering me.