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- January 13th, 2011
Natalie stalked the cold grey streets, slick and shiny from rain, mirror imiges speaking in the puddles as she walked past street lights. The wind was bitter, cold and harsh, whipping her hair around to deliver stinging smacks to her face and neck.
Natalie lived a mere 2 blocks away from her destination, a little cafe full of teenage kids smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. But while a smoke and a cup of coffee sounded great, that certainly wasn't her purpose. She was trying to find david, a wierd type of business mogul he used the money he made to buy spiked collars flashing toungue rings to the dingy hoods roaming the streets at gay pride parades, I don't know why, he was homophobic.Still, the punk rock pro's seemed to appreciate the effort. As high as they were though, I'm not sure it even counts.
The filthy grimy underground kids stared as she walked in and sat down face to face with the one person everyone else was trying to avoid... me.
My name is lillian... and I am dead. No one can see me, no one can hear me, no one can feel me... except Natalie. We found eachother on a subway, the hot sticky leather seats smelled like stale, half dried, sweat and booze... and she was sitting on top of a mans lap grinding against him frantically staring deep into his eyes, and screaming... but no one seemed to care, the man himself appeared to be looking right through her, and then it occured to me that he was. I walked up behind her and slipped my hand into her pocket, she jumped and turned to face me in shock. I knew I would surprise her, but she surprised me more, she was beautiful, long red curls draped across her smooth pale shoulders and bright, effulgent green eyes peeking out from behind full black eyelashes. And the curves and contours of her body tittillated me into a shiver of desire. She smiled, and started walking forward.