"The things you own end up owning you." So true. Almost everything. Had to keep 'Fight Club' though. No way it was going to her-she didn't like the movie anyway. That was my Bible.
I rose to my feet and threw the hair and toilet paper combo away and flushed. My head hurt badly, and I felt the dehydration pour over me like sand. Open the fridge. Drink straight from the container. The cold water blossomed in my stomach, and I drank half a gallon before I realized if I did not stop, I would throw up. This is how I spent my days. My nights, trying to paint, make music or write. But all that I would create would be a serious hangover in the morning. There was a time I felt I could've had a great career in art. Work, come home, paint, have weekend jam outs with a few friends, maybe even sell some of my artwork. I did have a few potential buyers...
Then I met Miri. Stunning Miri. Sweet, delicate, beautiful Miri. She did not go by that name though; she went by some name of a menthol cigarette. Even though I tried to forget, the slightest reminder puked up buckets of memories. I've read of the wretched heartbreak in many books but now I live it. Married for three years. Heaven the first three months. Of course, the romance tones down a bit as you go on. Everybody knows that, don't they? She was ten years younger than I was, but I had friends of many ages. Personality and honesty were my concern, and she had it. I remembered the things we would do together and the fun-... Stop. Quit doing this to yourself. But this seems to be the only way to heal you know? I just can't say it was a horrible marriage... No, but you can say the divorce was horrible. Like I say, 'you don't marry a bitch, you divorce one'. Get it? Oh my God, I am talking to myself. In my head. Everybody does that, don't they? Quit! Come on! Let's go to work.
"...Two bedroom floor plan, 1100 square feet, at $1175 a month with a deposit of $450. We accept pets under 20 lbs..." No longer paying attention. There he is. That is sad. Oops time to go.
"I'm sorry a little out of my price range. Thank you." That was a lie. She could have bought that whole property. Morrigan stormed out, just as I walked in.
"I swear, some people." Hanna complained, "You tell them the price and they just freak out."
"Hmm. " I filled my cup with coffee and went back into the shop. I did the maintenance here at this apartment community. The pay sucked, and so did the hours. Being on call was the worst. But although it kept my head financially above the water, I felt like it was going to pull me under at a moments notice.
Morrigan kept tabs on him for a few days. She then knew where he worked, where he lived, and his hangouts. Now, the boy dressed like he is always prepared for a funeral and... Okay! There he is... Morrigan stepped up and took the table behind him as he welcomed his friend Jon. Her back faced his, and she listened intently, pretending to read...
"...When is she showing up?"
"She should be here any time now. God, she is so hot! Damn! She's got these big tits-"
"Jon! You and your obsession! I don't know why you like them, but they are way too overrated." Morrigan looked down at her chest.
"Okay. Dude, you are strange." Jon replied.
There is no way I'm gonna get a reduction, especially this late in the game. Morrigan thought.
“Give me a darkchylde with all the trimmings and I am happy.”
Bingo.
"You freak!" Jon laughed, "What is your malfunction?"
"Preference, you know that."
Jon noticed the woman behind me get up and begin to walk away. He motioned for me to turn around.
"See? There you go. Now you should go for something like her!"
"Hmm... Maybe when I get in a blonde phase..."
"I think a change would actually do you good. These chicks dress up like that for a reason. They got some serious issues they are covering up in those clothes. Just be careful. The next time it could be much worse, and I don't want you to go through anything else, friend."
"I know. But I guess I have issues now too."
Morrigan jumped into her car and went back to the hotel. She locked the door, and pulled out her laptop.
This is going to take a little research. She had seen these gothic women before, so she did have a clue, but there were some gaps that needed to be filled. The next day she spent some time and some money at the local music store. As she drove away with the Murderdolls for a soundtrack, she looked in the mirror. Oops, can't forget that. Her hair definitely the wrong color. The next thirty minutes were spent on finding the right beauty salon. She showed the beautician the printout of the haircut and color she wanted. Morrigan walked out with a black hair cut to a long bob slightly above her shoulders, and bangs. See the heads turn girl. They are looking at you. Let the men get themselves smacked by their partners for staring a little too much... She went for the first time to 'Hot Topic'; the clothes they had in here really turned her on! The things she tried on fit her every curve. The leather, the latex, shirts, shoes... Every time she tried something on, she bought it. An easy $1500 was dropped. Hope they worked on commission.
"Thank you, come again!" The sales girl was giddy.
"I will." She immediately changed into an outfit in the bathroom and walked back out into the mall. She wore a tight black 100% textured polyester shirt with a logo in blood red letters that said boldly: "I licked your girlfriend's snatch..." Below that shirt was a tight black latex mini with a chain belt, white stockings, and knee high Doc Martins. A work of art. She put on her new Black Flys. She walked in confidence of her new wild look, and in a little bit of pain. Gotta break in these boots...
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