Hey guys! So, inspired by @arisai's FF, Not Quite Prince Charming, I decided to write a story myself!
If you are wondering about how I was inspired, it's the hair cut...
Please let me know if I should continue! All kinds of feedback is welcome!
Prologue:
I stretched and looked over to the sleeping form on the bed next to me. Looked like Shaida hadn't gotten up yet. I vaguely remembered her saying something about wanting to go on the run with me. I shook her, and she groaned something about dinosaurs. I smiled, despite myself. She was one of the few who made me smile. I ran a hand through my hair, and decided that my pixie cut needed a trim. I remembered when I used to wear it ridiculously long, and my smile fell, as I remembered how much I had changed since then. I pulled on a Nike fleece over my sports bra, and pulled on my shoes. Flexing my toes, and plugging into some Green Day, I shut the door quietly, making sure the note was placed somewhere Shaida would see it.
I began to jog, nodding when I saw the people on the street. Smiling was a thing of the past. My feet moved soundlessly over the concrete sidewalks, and the wind whipped my face. The cold and pain was a welcome change from the numbness I had grown accustomed to.
I eventually made it to the mosque where Shaida and I had first met. She had been frozen, the hand marks visible on her almost blue skin. I had had my hair long still. The pain was as fresh as it had been twelve years ago. The spot I stood at was where I had been thrown, far away from the Devi Maiyya I had once believed in. The leering gazes the men gave me were apparent, and if it hadn't been for Khala Jaan, I would probably be one of the bountiful pros*****es the city had to offer. I wasn't Muslim. I doubt I will ever believe in God. The stars disappeared the day I cut my hair, as if it was my virginity, and that it was the key to communicating with my long dead parents. I smile ruefully, and head around the back of the building, where no one goes, where I can cry in peace. The tears stopped coming when my period did. I got a job soon after, knowing my life was never the fairytale I wished it was. Sometimes I wonder if I had been crazier than Anjali, with all my delusions that the world was wonderful. What goes around never comes around, and there is definetly no one sitting in the sky guiding me. I looked up as Azaad sat next to me.
"We have to leave today, Khushi."
"I know. I don't think Shaida wants to go."
"You'll have to take her!" He was agitated now, the anger on his face caused more by the drugs he took than the annoyance I was causing.
I put a hand on his shoulder, firmly.
"Are you high?"
"Only on the drugs you gave me, Khushi!"
Okay! So, tell me your thoughts! And please please please tell me if I should continue!
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