Original Stories Fan Fiction / Horror Fan Fiction ❯ Please Just let me die! ❯ A life worth wasting ( Chapter 1 )

Hello, and thank you for choosing to read my story. Let me warn you that this isn't a particularly happy story, and it doesn't have a particularly happy ending. Neither is it full of angst, or raging hormones. This is what I do best, It's horror, pure and simple.

 

It's not meant to thrill or excite. It's meant only to horrify and repel. This story is grotesque, dark, and malicious. There is not good guy to triumph at the end, and no one will be saved. You've been warned.

 

Now, that being said, on to the more boring stuff. This story and all characters and situations depicted within it belong to me. You have no right to use any of what you see here for anything without my direct permission. Any plagiarism of my work will be dealt with in the strictest way possible and done so without hesitation, yada yada yada…

 

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Chapter 1

A life Worth Wasting

 

“Fuck!” she screamed, throwing the metal can away from her and into the street with shaking hand. This was the fifth goddamn restaurant she had gone to tonight, and ever single fucking dumpster was empty, pick clean by those little vultures with the gull to go into her territory, eat her food, and leaves her fucking hungry! She ran her cold fingers over the switchblade in her pocket… she couldn't take revenge tonight, not with the runaway street kids already snug in their sewer homes. The kids stole from everyone, and they mostly went unnoticed, not worth the effort. But tomorrow she'd be sure to teach them who she was, she'd cut her food out of their bellies for making her work tonight.

 

There was no other choice, she would have to take another Joe tonight. Erin laughed at the idea, “A fuck for some food, ain't the world grand?”

 

She walked the corners for two hours, but business was bad, too cold. Made the scum of the earth less horny. Usually she would be happy, she hated men. The only thing they had ever been good for was hitting her and fucking her, usually both. But tonight she needed it, she hadn't eaten in days, and she could feel herself weakening, and weak was never good on the streets, it got you killed, or most times, worse than killed… A dead body, even the body of a prostitute like her, street scum to the good little citizens who fallowed the rules, would make the pigs turn their heads, and that meant trouble for everyone, but a raped, cut or beaten little street walker, well that was just fine by Johnny Law…

 

Growling, she finally walked home… she may rule the dusk, hell even the day (along with the damned nosey cops), but the nights belonged to the gangs, and you just didn't take chances with them, no matter how hungry you were, or suicidal for that matter… there were far better ways to die.

 

Erin lived under an overpass, as cliché as that sounds. When the money really started coming in she would move into a hotel, but she'd always retune to the overpass by late fall, winter at the latest. It wasn't that bad a place to live really, and she was never there for more than a season. There was water from nearby faucet to keep her clean and never thirsting, and enough graffiti on the walls to keep anyone else away. She wouldn't have to carry her things to keep them from being stolen like the shopping cart insects that roamed the streets day and night, ever moving and so insane that no one, even the gangs would mess with them. The graffiti on her walls were ancient, or at least as ancient as anything was in the city, but no one would be stupid enough to take that chance, like I said, no one messes with what belongs to the gangs, no one!

 

“Shit its cold tonight!” Erin growled, as she pulled her thick winter coat over the sequined bra and mini skirt she wore whenever she walked the streets. Sighing she shoved crumpled up pieces of newspaper down the neck of the coat to line her belly. She hated the stuff because it scratched at her skin and left black marks that were hard to get rid of and less that appealing to her customers, but shit if it didn't maker her warm enough to keep going on nights when some of the walkers she knew froze to death in their alleyways and hovels.

 

With a tired growl Erin pushed herself against the wall behind her, and let her eye's roam her surroundings before falling heavily closed. “Tomorrow I'll eat, I have to. Or, or…” before she could finish the though her body relaxed, her head lulled against her chest, and she fell into the light sleep that only a veteran of sleeping on the streets could ever know.

 

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So tell me, what do you think of Erin? Do you hate her, love her, identify with her or what? She's not your typical main character. Defiantly not a hero, I mean I honestly can't think of a single thing that she has or will do in the story that's worth looking up to, not one… But I think that later on, you'll at least be able to understand her (I hope), and that's all I ask for with her… Really I'd just like some honest feedback, good or bad as long as your not rude of course.

 

And while you're at it, what do you think of the story in general? I understand that this is just the first chapter (and a short one at that, for which I apologies), but how is it? Anything that you think I should change right off the bat, more detail, less? Anything you absolutely love and want to keep? And how about my writing style, too many big words, not enough? Anything you can tell me would be wonderful really.

 

And to those kind enough to review, I will happily reply in the next chapter. Thank you in advance.