Post by Ink® on Sept 3, 2008 17:24:53 GMT -7
[Comes before what happened in my other story.]
I sighed. It was not the contented sigh that I had always dreamed of, but rather my usual, sad, depressed sigh. I had just borrowed money again to pay the rent, and my land lord had decided to raise the price on my small apartment. Now I really couldn’t afford it. He asked if I could make it up later, of course I had to say no, he knew that was the answer anyways. Then he told me to get out. It wasn’t like I had much belonging to me, most of the stuff in my cramped apartment had come with it and now all I had was a small plastic grocery bag from the convenience store around the corner from my ex-apartment. Pulling my warn jacket around me I shivered as I walked out of the dingy building for the last time.
I heard people calling out to me from behind and I recognized them with a sigh. It was my brother’s gang. That wasn’t what they called themselves, but they ruled the streets in this part of the city and somehow calling them a mob wouldn’t have been right either. In any case, I had borrowed money from them to pay the rent and now they were coming to ask me when they’d get it back. “Hey girlie, what’s up?” One of them said, catching up and pulling me back by the hood of my jacket. His tone was mocking and I wrenched my hood free. “Come on little sister, be nice.” Another one said, they all called me little sister, my brother wasn’t even around right now. “When’re you going to pay us back, huh?” the one named Jake said, he was second in command to my brother and unlike most of them didn’t waste time harassing me.
I just glared at him, my lips pressed tightly together. They all laughed at that, for some reason finding my anger amusing. One of them, named Sigh or something, grabbed my bag that was full with my dismal amount of clothes and a few CDs. “Why you got this? Ain’t you got enough money to keep this in your apartment?” The others nodded; they knew I should have since I just borrowed the money from them. It wasn’t my fault the store I was working at had gone out of business, it wasn’t my fault I didn’t have any money. I think they could tell that what they had given me hadn’t been enough. “Then we’ll just keep this stuff and sell it to make up for the money we gave you.” Jake said. The passé followed him as he walked away.
At least they were gone, but now I had nothing. I shivered, realizing just how cold it was, it was late autumn after all. I wondered grimly what I would do now. I knew that my brother, who never cared for me and wasn’t going to take pity on me, would not be sufficed with the worn out clothes and old, slightly scratched, CDs I had. They would come after me again. I didn’t have any money to get out of the city though. There was really nothing that I could do at this point. I sighed, hoping that I could get out of this somehow.
I sighed. It was not the contented sigh that I had always dreamed of, but rather my usual, sad, depressed sigh. I had just borrowed money again to pay the rent, and my land lord had decided to raise the price on my small apartment. Now I really couldn’t afford it. He asked if I could make it up later, of course I had to say no, he knew that was the answer anyways. Then he told me to get out. It wasn’t like I had much belonging to me, most of the stuff in my cramped apartment had come with it and now all I had was a small plastic grocery bag from the convenience store around the corner from my ex-apartment. Pulling my warn jacket around me I shivered as I walked out of the dingy building for the last time.
I heard people calling out to me from behind and I recognized them with a sigh. It was my brother’s gang. That wasn’t what they called themselves, but they ruled the streets in this part of the city and somehow calling them a mob wouldn’t have been right either. In any case, I had borrowed money from them to pay the rent and now they were coming to ask me when they’d get it back. “Hey girlie, what’s up?” One of them said, catching up and pulling me back by the hood of my jacket. His tone was mocking and I wrenched my hood free. “Come on little sister, be nice.” Another one said, they all called me little sister, my brother wasn’t even around right now. “When’re you going to pay us back, huh?” the one named Jake said, he was second in command to my brother and unlike most of them didn’t waste time harassing me.
I just glared at him, my lips pressed tightly together. They all laughed at that, for some reason finding my anger amusing. One of them, named Sigh or something, grabbed my bag that was full with my dismal amount of clothes and a few CDs. “Why you got this? Ain’t you got enough money to keep this in your apartment?” The others nodded; they knew I should have since I just borrowed the money from them. It wasn’t my fault the store I was working at had gone out of business, it wasn’t my fault I didn’t have any money. I think they could tell that what they had given me hadn’t been enough. “Then we’ll just keep this stuff and sell it to make up for the money we gave you.” Jake said. The passé followed him as he walked away.
At least they were gone, but now I had nothing. I shivered, realizing just how cold it was, it was late autumn after all. I wondered grimly what I would do now. I knew that my brother, who never cared for me and wasn’t going to take pity on me, would not be sufficed with the worn out clothes and old, slightly scratched, CDs I had. They would come after me again. I didn’t have any money to get out of the city though. There was really nothing that I could do at this point. I sighed, hoping that I could get out of this somehow.
