The Bar-A Sea of Wasted Memories
It wasn't that well lighted in the bar, which was ok with Penny, as she the bags under her eyes would be less visible. She had ordered a drink, but she hadn't touched the beer or the vodka chasers. Her mind wasn't on drinking. She wished it could be, it would solve a lot of problems, at least for a while. She was reminded that her last name was Posin...sounded an awful lot like Poison to her. Maybe that's what she was, maybe she was poison to anyone that got close to her. Even her own mother hated her. She guessed it really didn't matter if she was stuck there or not, less people in here to contaminate, less people to avoid.
She took a sip of her beer, the long neck sliding between her fingers. A momentary flash of memory and then it was gone. She had done this not long ago, but then there was a man beside her, a man she thought she was falling in love with. Perhaps he was falling in love with her, but then reality struck. She was who she was. It hadn't been part of the plan, he hadn't been part of the plan...at least not in that way. She had tried to make amends, but it didn't work. She was who she was. She was poison. She was a toxin ready to spread through your blood, spread through your nervous system, spread to your heart and brain, and destroy you. She was who she was. And she hated that. She didn't know how to be any other way.
A cigarette was extracted from the pack and she put it between her lips lighting it. Another sip on her beer, another drag on her cigarette. The sweet bliss of nothing wasn't coming to her for a very long time, she knew that and she hated it.
She took a sip of her beer, the long neck sliding between her fingers. A momentary flash of memory and then it was gone. She had done this not long ago, but then there was a man beside her, a man she thought she was falling in love with. Perhaps he was falling in love with her, but then reality struck. She was who she was. It hadn't been part of the plan, he hadn't been part of the plan...at least not in that way. She had tried to make amends, but it didn't work. She was who she was. She was poison. She was a toxin ready to spread through your blood, spread through your nervous system, spread to your heart and brain, and destroy you. She was who she was. And she hated that. She didn't know how to be any other way.
A cigarette was extracted from the pack and she put it between her lips lighting it. Another sip on her beer, another drag on her cigarette. The sweet bliss of nothing wasn't coming to her for a very long time, she knew that and she hated it.