An American Geisha, chapter 1
A mixture of Arabian and rock music filled everyone's ears. Everybody seemed happy. It was hard to believe that, mere blocks away, a young teenager was crying his eyes out in that moonlit, noisy night.
A young girl of about 12 was hidden among empty barrels that had used to contain thongs, and now had only empty beer bottles. Her large green eyes peered out at the rushed activity. She was inside a large, house-like place, and everything was dimly lit by multi-colored lights that failed to make everything look as normal as...normal...lights would've.
She gasped as she saw a guy about 20 years old hurry forward. "Who the hell is this!?" he shouted, his furious, bloodshot eyes fixed on her own scared emerald ones. She cowered from him, terrified, and closed her eyes, getting ready for the blow she knew would come.
Before he could slap her for no reason in particular, a woman of perhaps 30 or so hurried over. Her bright white make up and thin, colorful gown, a 'kimono', made her look much younger than she really was; she looked about 20 or so.
Angrily, she snatched the man's arm away from Ki and slapped his face. She screamed something in some language that Ki couldn't understand, and then the man shouted "WELL, FUCK, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, THEN I'M NEVER GONNA FUCKING COME BACK IN HERE, YOU BITCH! GO AHEAD AND FUCKING STARVE IN THE FUCKING STREETS FOR ALL I CARE!" nobody took any notice of his anger. He mumbled to himself as he made his way out of the dark house, angry. AS he was about to go out the door, he stopped. He picked up something shiny--a piece of glass, and Ki could see his faint smile as he pocketed it, turned around, held up his middle finger to everyone present, and walked off out the door.
The woman, who wore a pink kimono (though the color wasn't noticeable in the scarce light) shook her head and gently patted Ki on her head. She gave her as kind a smile as she possibly could, and hurried off to keep dancing.
Ki sighed and reached inside a barrel. She took out a black cloak and put it on her shoulders. Then she got up and walked as quietly and unnoticeably as she possibly could, and headed upstairs to the safety of the decaying attic.
There, she leaned on the wall and cried.
Hours later, she reached up to wipe away her tears, and tasted blood on her lips, though how it had got there, she as unsure. She felt exhausted for some reason, and as she slowly fell into an uneasy sleep, her eye drifted to the window. She watched the pale moonlight and wondered why she was so scared. She hoped she would never get hurt again, lie she usually did. Ki prayed to nobody in particular that she could have a friend.
There was no way for her to know that, not too far away, somebody had been doing exactly the same things. The moonlight illuminated their pale faces, sinisterly keeping the secrets they had never told.
A young girl of about 12 was hidden among empty barrels that had used to contain thongs, and now had only empty beer bottles. Her large green eyes peered out at the rushed activity. She was inside a large, house-like place, and everything was dimly lit by multi-colored lights that failed to make everything look as normal as...normal...lights would've.
She gasped as she saw a guy about 20 years old hurry forward. "Who the hell is this!?" he shouted, his furious, bloodshot eyes fixed on her own scared emerald ones. She cowered from him, terrified, and closed her eyes, getting ready for the blow she knew would come.
Before he could slap her for no reason in particular, a woman of perhaps 30 or so hurried over. Her bright white make up and thin, colorful gown, a 'kimono', made her look much younger than she really was; she looked about 20 or so.
Angrily, she snatched the man's arm away from Ki and slapped his face. She screamed something in some language that Ki couldn't understand, and then the man shouted "WELL, FUCK, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT, THEN I'M NEVER GONNA FUCKING COME BACK IN HERE, YOU BITCH! GO AHEAD AND FUCKING STARVE IN THE FUCKING STREETS FOR ALL I CARE!" nobody took any notice of his anger. He mumbled to himself as he made his way out of the dark house, angry. AS he was about to go out the door, he stopped. He picked up something shiny--a piece of glass, and Ki could see his faint smile as he pocketed it, turned around, held up his middle finger to everyone present, and walked off out the door.
The woman, who wore a pink kimono (though the color wasn't noticeable in the scarce light) shook her head and gently patted Ki on her head. She gave her as kind a smile as she possibly could, and hurried off to keep dancing.
Ki sighed and reached inside a barrel. She took out a black cloak and put it on her shoulders. Then she got up and walked as quietly and unnoticeably as she possibly could, and headed upstairs to the safety of the decaying attic.
There, she leaned on the wall and cried.
Hours later, she reached up to wipe away her tears, and tasted blood on her lips, though how it had got there, she as unsure. She felt exhausted for some reason, and as she slowly fell into an uneasy sleep, her eye drifted to the window. She watched the pale moonlight and wondered why she was so scared. She hoped she would never get hurt again, lie she usually did. Ki prayed to nobody in particular that she could have a friend.
There was no way for her to know that, not too far away, somebody had been doing exactly the same things. The moonlight illuminated their pale faces, sinisterly keeping the secrets they had never told.
