Looking in the mirror I can't help but wonder what happened to the young girl I used to be. I may only be sixteen coming on seventeen but looking at myself now, I don't feel like it. I have sharp cheekbones that are on the edge of being considered hollow. I know if I was anyone else I would have dark bags under my eyes but I didn't, a sad reminder that my body was completely used to the suffering it endured. In this case the few hours of sleep I got each night and the lack of food I had been consuming.
The dark red lipstick and thick mascara I am wearing make my dull eyes pop, a rare occurrence for someone like me. Splattering's of brown freckles cover my face like little flecks of dirt god decided I needed for some mysterious reason. My long hair that can't decide weather it wants to be blonde or brown is pinned in a tight, sleek bun on the back of my head .
After washing my hands in the sink I walk out of bathroom and slip on my charcoal grey suit jacket from the coat rack. I grab my purse and keys out of the stained glass bowl Sang had kindly made me last birthday, marvelling at the beautiful patterns of colour she was able to create.
Exiting our apartment I lock the door behind me before making my way down the hall to the stairs next to the elevator, that has been out of order since we moved in last week.
We had moved to Charleston SC a week ago and managed to get a four bedroom apartment at the Sergeant Jasper for a cheap price. Ever since the war began it had been hard to find places for a reasonable price. The only downside is that it's on the seventh floor so by the time I reach the front reception my feet are killing me. Pulling out my small note book from my purse I make a note to wear flats and bring a spare pair of heels with me next time I need to walk those stairs of oblivion. That way I won't have to kill my feet with my death heels each time I go to work. I could probably get away with going bare foot and then putting my heels on in the car but then Sang would lecture me on how unhygienic it is to walk around without shoes in public places.
Exiting the building I shiver at how cold it is. It doesn't normally get this cold here in the south, it was one of the benefits of being relocated to this area. But with how cold it is and it only being mid Autumn I have a feeling Charleston might be having a white Christmas this year.
I quickly hail a cab watching as it pulls up to the side walk in front of me. Getting in I let out a content sigh at how warm it is. I tell the driver were i need to go before turning and looking out the window.
It isn't a sunny day today, the thick cloud cover making it seem earlier than it is. we pass a green military tank and a group of soldiers as they make their way down the street. Fifteen minutes later and the taxi is pulling up next to a slim sky scraper with glass paneling covering the exterior. I pay the driver before stepping out of the vehicle, my senses immediately assaulted by the loud honks of cars and the smell of the city swell as the faint smell of smoke.
Wrapping my suit jacket tighter around me I quickly make my way through the rotating doors and into the building. immediately I a approached by two armed soldiers. they check my ID and ask a few questions before getting me to walk through a large metal detector which were commonly found at airports before the war.
The inside of the building is almost as grey as the day outside, the interior almost on the verge of being depressing but not quite making it thanks to the strategically placed pops of orange, blues and other lively colours around the room. I walk over to the front desk where a man in his early thirty's sits with a cup of coffee. Oh what I would do for a cup of coffee right now. I had been in such a rush to leave the apartment that I hadn't had time to make one or buy a cup on the way here.
"What can I help you with?" The man asks looking up from his computer screen.
"I am here for a meeting with a Mr. Owen Blackbourne and Axel Toma," I reply, while handing him the ID That I had received in the mail yesterday.
Taking it out of my hand he quickly scans it before reading something on his computer.
"They're waiting for you in room 142," he says.
" It's the third door on the right of the fourth floor." He elaborates after seeing my confused expression.
Thanking him I walk towards the elevator. A man no older than twenty holds the doors open for me before getting in the elevator with me.
"What floor?" He asks sending me a bright grin.
"Number four," I say giving him a polite smile in return.
Opening my purse I take my phone out remembering that I promised my brother I would text him once I arrived.
ME: I'm at the dog pound.
I send, his reply is almost immediate.
Starshiy brat: Are the doggy's cute?
I stealthily take a peak at the guy next to me and send him a reply.
ME: Adorable, even the grey hounds look like they could be models.
Starshiy brat: Haha, don't even think about bringing one home.
ME: I wouldn't dare. They wouldn't last a second with you anyways.
Starshiy brat: Lol. I've got to go Lev's about to get himself killed. Love you.
ME: Love you too. Stay safe.
I am just putting my phone away when the elevator dings and the doors open for the fourth floor. I smile at the man next to me before exiting the elevator.
Walking down the passage way I can't help but feel confined by the grey walls and dark floor, they really need to brighten this place up a bit. I stop walking as I reach the door I am looking for, 142 is written on it in gold paint. Taking a deep breath I run a hand over my hair trying to push away the nerves that are waiting to take over. This is an important meeting that will make a huge difference for me and my family if it all goes well. Straightening my jacket I knock a random pattern before opening the door.
I had a strike of inspiration and could not help but write this. This story will have random updates as I will be trying to update my other story more often.
I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!
AmCameron12.
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Amongst The Stars
Fanfiction"Fly Me to the moon and let me play amongst the stars" What does one do when they are surviving but not living, when they have a family but not a home. Sang Sorenson was saved not by the Blackbourne boys as we know but by three friends who together...
