Worth Something

Chapter 1: Again?

              

             Magnolia Connolly lived her life to the fullest. She did what she wanted, and when she wanted to do it. She never thought about the consequences of her actions, and her only goal was to do as much as she could during her lifetime. For most other people, checking items off your bucket list wouldn't seem like top priority. Most people have enough time to wait. For Mags, she had 21 years. The women on her mother's side all have this incurable disease that is passed down generation through generation. No doctor has ever been able to figure out what the disease was, or how to even start treatment. Mags' mother, Jocelyn, told Magnolia that she should just live life while she has time, and not waste time by going to special treatment facilities where nothing will get done. Jocelyn told Mags that right before she died, on her 21st birthday. The women in her family always had children early. Makes sense. Except they all were unlucky enough to give birth to a girl. Over and over again the cycle continued, until it got to Mags.

 Mags didn't want to have a child. She was fine with her family tree ending with her, so that no one else would have to share her misfortune. When Magnolia was 14, she dropped out of highschool and ran away from home. She traveled mostly by trains, sometimes getting risky and hitchhiking. With no set destination, she eventually wound up in San Francisco, where she decided to stay for a while.

Nightlife in San Francisco varied from district to district. Mags tended to stay in the nocturnal district, where the kids woke up at night for raves and parties, and slept during the day. They were kinda like vampires, which Mags found hilarious.  

Now 20, Mags had little to live for. She couch surfed where she could, many times ending up sleeping at whatever warehouse a party was being held at. The crowd she hung with were just as crazy as her, although they would most likely have to sober up some time in the future. Mags didn't have that mindset, and she rarely regretted her actions. Finding food and basic necessities wasn't hard, especially when a lot of the kids were trust fund babies.

She found ways to get into peoples lives without letting them get too close to her. If she ever noticed someone growing on her, or if she found herself even remotely growing fond of someone, she cut them out of her life immediately. It will be easier that way, less people to miss when she's gone. Nothing to leave behind.

The night things changed, Mags was at a rave in an old abandoned warehouse on the wharf. She and a group of blonde valley girls popped a few mollys, and lazily danced to the heart pumping trance music. When the effects were almost worn off, Mags decided to look around for a quick hookup.

She spotted a young dude with a man bun and a holographic sweatshirt at the makeshift bar, and made very strong eye contact with him until he made his way to the dance floor and stood next to her.

Mags said nothing, but opted for dancing on him like nobody's business. He showed no hesitation in joining her, placing his hands firmly on her hips.A few minutes later, Mags was pinned against the wall in a dark corner of the warehouse, her legs around man buns torso.

When she tugged at his belt, he raised an eyebrow. "Here?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't be a pussy man." sliding her fingers up his spine, she whispered, "I get turned on by a public fuck."

That seemed to be a good enough reason to continue, for he quickly helped her with the undoing of his belt and pants zipper.

No sooner had things started to get hot and heavy, the wails of police sirens and screaming high people filled the air.