Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 10:03:23 GMT -8
She absentmindedly shrugged and gave half a sigh. The muscles I her arm tensed, due to her frustration, she attempted to cover her dislike. She hoped Katyusha didn’t notice. It was bothersome, trying to explain things to people, and in the end she liked being a thief, she got money from the rich and privileged folks who had so much money that they had no idea where to spend it.
To her it was fair.
Fair and square.
The rich weren’t hungry for money, and she lessened their problems by stealing some from them. The less they had to spend the easier it was for rich people to get their priorities in order. Leyla felt happy about that. Well back then in her twisted thinking.
Still not wanting to argue with the nurse, she just listened and rolled her eyes.
Her arm still stung at the memory.
That had been years back.
Now all she had was a scar, where Kat had bandaged it. She ran her hand over it, then looked over to the bracelet she brought herself.
Those shards of glass were scary, if Leyla remembered correctly, she was glad she didn’t have to go to the hospital.
Of course Katyusha had been right in some ways. Leyla learned that the 'Underground', or 'Underworld' had ways of killing people even though they were in jail. If you got involved and betrayed one of them, you could pretty muchconsider yourself dead.
Leyla wondered how Kat was doing. Back then Leyla had been stubborn to admit it, but Kat was right all along. Leyla found it funny how after a few days of after getting patched up by Kat, and having that conversation, she found herself, getting caught and placed in jail.
Well now she was gleefully glad that had happened to her. She actually felt content and satisfied about it… I might even thank the person who turned me in, she thought. Most of the times bad experiences open your eyes to things you were not paying attention too. Such things, bad things, usually were the things you learned more from…
You learn more form your mistakes then from yor victories. Was it Katyusha who told her that or her mother? She could not remember, it was in these musings that Leyla found herself near Katyusha’s home, her feet guided by inertia.
She felt as if the street beckoned her. Leyla roughly turned and continued walking, allowing her memory to go up the same road, then to the small building. The houses here were not much to look at. In fact the apartments in this place could be described as creaky, old, and damaged.
Leyla remembered what it was like to live here. There was an occasional rat, and also many cockroaches, well in her apartment anyways, Katyusha didn’t seem to have those problems. Leyla lived with her mother, until they managed to move to the Milford
flats.
Katyusha on the other hand despite all the problems had somehow managed to maintain her apartment splendid, Leyla still remembered how nice it looked, when she first entered it. In fact she imagined that Katyusha still had her apartment the same way, bright, and sophisticated.
Leyla walked inside the Winterbrush complex, the smell was musty and familiar. Her mind was invaded with images of her mother, and her dancing to the music of a small static interrupted radio. She stood in front of the door where they used to live. Her mind invaded by the thoughts. What was on the other side of the door was an empty apartment, yet she wondered what it looked like empty. Her mother had returned to Turkey, while she was in jail. Yet Leyla felt normal. As if her mother had not left. She wished to see her mother. Yet in her mind she knew her mother was not there. She grabbed the doorknob impulsively, and turned it, feeling it stiffen within her sliding grip. Locked.
Well, maybe some other day.
She walked forward, further down was Katyusha’s apartment. Leyla stopped before opening the door. Will Katyusha even remember me? It had been at least 6 years.
What if she is busy taking care of someone? I wouldn’t want to interrupt and get myself stabbed by a paranoid criminal, she thought. Then again Katyusha was probably in the hospital, it was mid day, or may she was on her way back?
Leyla still yearned to see Katyusha. Did she still have the pretty blonde hair and dainty fingers?. Leyla found that very attractive about Katyusha, her eyes sparkled… this will look so beautiful on Katyusha. She removed her bracelet, it was still brand new she had brought it just yesterday. It was simple but lovely, a tiny charm of a butterfly hung on it. Leyla dropped it on the mat, and gently shoved it into the small slit under the door. Hopefully it didn’t get stuck there. Katyusha deserved to wear something pretty.
Leyla walked as fast as her high heels permitted her, she loved the way her heels clacked against the floor. She spun around to keep her self from falling I will be back later, she pursed her lips at the thought. Leyla felt dissapointed that walking in high heels was so slow.
To her it was fair.
Fair and square.
The rich weren’t hungry for money, and she lessened their problems by stealing some from them. The less they had to spend the easier it was for rich people to get their priorities in order. Leyla felt happy about that. Well back then in her twisted thinking.
Still not wanting to argue with the nurse, she just listened and rolled her eyes.
Her arm still stung at the memory.
That had been years back.
Now all she had was a scar, where Kat had bandaged it. She ran her hand over it, then looked over to the bracelet she brought herself.
Those shards of glass were scary, if Leyla remembered correctly, she was glad she didn’t have to go to the hospital.
Of course Katyusha had been right in some ways. Leyla learned that the 'Underground', or 'Underworld' had ways of killing people even though they were in jail. If you got involved and betrayed one of them, you could pretty muchconsider yourself dead.
Leyla wondered how Kat was doing. Back then Leyla had been stubborn to admit it, but Kat was right all along. Leyla found it funny how after a few days of after getting patched up by Kat, and having that conversation, she found herself, getting caught and placed in jail.
Well now she was gleefully glad that had happened to her. She actually felt content and satisfied about it… I might even thank the person who turned me in, she thought. Most of the times bad experiences open your eyes to things you were not paying attention too. Such things, bad things, usually were the things you learned more from…
You learn more form your mistakes then from yor victories. Was it Katyusha who told her that or her mother? She could not remember, it was in these musings that Leyla found herself near Katyusha’s home, her feet guided by inertia.
She felt as if the street beckoned her. Leyla roughly turned and continued walking, allowing her memory to go up the same road, then to the small building. The houses here were not much to look at. In fact the apartments in this place could be described as creaky, old, and damaged.
Leyla remembered what it was like to live here. There was an occasional rat, and also many cockroaches, well in her apartment anyways, Katyusha didn’t seem to have those problems. Leyla lived with her mother, until they managed to move to the Milford
flats.
Katyusha on the other hand despite all the problems had somehow managed to maintain her apartment splendid, Leyla still remembered how nice it looked, when she first entered it. In fact she imagined that Katyusha still had her apartment the same way, bright, and sophisticated.
Leyla walked inside the Winterbrush complex, the smell was musty and familiar. Her mind was invaded with images of her mother, and her dancing to the music of a small static interrupted radio. She stood in front of the door where they used to live. Her mind invaded by the thoughts. What was on the other side of the door was an empty apartment, yet she wondered what it looked like empty. Her mother had returned to Turkey, while she was in jail. Yet Leyla felt normal. As if her mother had not left. She wished to see her mother. Yet in her mind she knew her mother was not there. She grabbed the doorknob impulsively, and turned it, feeling it stiffen within her sliding grip. Locked.
Well, maybe some other day.
She walked forward, further down was Katyusha’s apartment. Leyla stopped before opening the door. Will Katyusha even remember me? It had been at least 6 years.
What if she is busy taking care of someone? I wouldn’t want to interrupt and get myself stabbed by a paranoid criminal, she thought. Then again Katyusha was probably in the hospital, it was mid day, or may she was on her way back?
Leyla still yearned to see Katyusha. Did she still have the pretty blonde hair and dainty fingers?. Leyla found that very attractive about Katyusha, her eyes sparkled… this will look so beautiful on Katyusha. She removed her bracelet, it was still brand new she had brought it just yesterday. It was simple but lovely, a tiny charm of a butterfly hung on it. Leyla dropped it on the mat, and gently shoved it into the small slit under the door. Hopefully it didn’t get stuck there. Katyusha deserved to wear something pretty.
Leyla walked as fast as her high heels permitted her, she loved the way her heels clacked against the floor. She spun around to keep her self from falling I will be back later, she pursed her lips at the thought. Leyla felt dissapointed that walking in high heels was so slow.
