Utopia

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I just was getting a "drink", but really I was running away, away from them, they dress me up over and over, the layers of makeup on my face is never ending, I get tired of it but, that's who I am, I love it yet I hate it. Ironic. Im like a robot, designed to do what its supposed to do, to never break the never ending pattern.

I'm walking barefoot outside on the pavement, still with clothes, still with my exotic makeup, I see a Starbucks. Maybe, I will get a drink.

All the people around me look at me, I hear a lot of murmurs. "Did she come from a party?". I hear a snicker,"Attention whore", I'm still ignoring them, it's finally my turn to order, good thing I took my wallet while I was leaving.

"Ice Green Tea please and make it grande size", I take out my credit card and give it to the cashier, she looks at me with a questioning look, "Name?".

"Oh, um, Elva".

I wait for a couple of minutes before getting my drink, I walk out, thinking of where to go. I don't technically have a home unless you suggest the hotel room I have to share with all the other girls, I start walking anyway.

My feet feel really sore, but luckily I there was a DSW right across the street.

Once I'm in, the workers start greeting me like an old bestie. The decor was spectacular, the huge glass chandelier with glass shoes hanging off it and the little stools with this Victorian design, all the shoppers looked like they belonged here, all glammer.

"All glammer", I mutter.

I find these silver boots with a cute pattern on, I check the tag, €345.85. So around $400. Whatever I'll buy it, I grab them and go to the cashier waiting in line, I buy them and quickly put them on.

I go out to see the car that got me in this, and what will control me, they are waiting for me to walk up to them, no chance. I take a run for it, I don't know where I am going, just anywhere away from them, away from being me.

I run into a alley, ripping my dress more, considering it keeps getting in the way. I wait until that car is gone out of sight. I'm still running, my legs feeling already very weak, and I probably have blisters on my feet.

I see this small building and run behind it to find the back garage open. I rush inside to be suddenly pulled with such strong force, which leads me to black out.