They say those with good looks have it well. I don't think I do...or maybe I do but I just don't like such a narrative.
Being told how pretty you are sometimes grows old, even though not many people are even present to tell you those words in the first place.
The first time I appeared here was because I was close to being 'sold' by someone I thought was close to me. He'd wooed me...all the angles he'd taken, all the time he'd spent yet before I was even ready to have a kiss with him he brought me into the arena.
First time looking around I was nervous.
The one person who wouldn't be was maybe a psychopath or something along those lines...I assure you, I am not.
Crowds with covered faces... those masks were hideous... unlike the little fox he'd gotten for me. I liked that mask, it had jewels embedded and although they were fake, they looked nice.
"Why am I here?"
"We're joining a fight."
"Ooh!"
It got me right parts interested. But then who were the we he was talking about? It was obvious I was still young, still taking my junior high studies very seriously... he was older by some but I am sure even he was illegal.
But it's a huge array of no color out there, who notices these days?
The noise, smell of blood and money...why it had been the last thing I noticed that day had been beyond me. There were people already in a ring fighting it out but the betting was why I had pressed the button.
The skimpy attires of both males and females hadn't fazed me much, this guy liked going around those places, I didn't think they were wrong until you see very nakedness... now this place is scary.
Why had he really taken me there, haven't you figured it out yet?
I'm cute and beautiful, pretty. Looking at those lecherous gazes I've received since I was fourteen just a few months ago, I also think I get to call myself sexy too. Because of my long hair someone once said I was a female who kinda was developing real slow.
Back then, I'd trimmed my hair and cried for that, but then, I like looking pretty so to hell with them.
I am a guy who likes looking pretty. I might have my inhibitions but I really do like looking the prettiest at times... maybe all times. Makes you get away with a lot.
The fight in the ring was pretty much one-sided. I say so because someone seemed to have already won but was still in on it, giving blows that would definitely kill. The blood, the gore definitely made me uneasy then. I might have gone to unsightly places with this guy due to various reasons but that didn't mean I really liked it.
"Let's go!"
"No way!"
"Cedric, this isn't something I like."
"You realize that now, too late darling."
It was then I realized there had been people coming towards us. Cedric raised his hands as if in surrender before nodding towards me. I smiled, so he really wanted to do this to me.
"The money I spent buying you stuff and taking you places has to come back. Though it's really a pity."
That lecherous gaze, he also has it huh! I'd seen signs, why do you think I kept my level of distance but he's the same as everyone else. I just wanted that bubble so I hadn't strayed from him or his circle.
"You're paying for this."
Did he think I missed those pieces of change he was always bragging about, blood money at that?
Money he got in a day was less than an eighth of what my parents gave. I was just lonely and he came along... loneliness does a great deal of damage to a person. Mostly when their parents cared little about that and more about something else.
But at least they were here for me.
We'd been on the underground floor, I hadn't realized there was another floor beneath this one. Connection would be hard, I didn't know whether they had gotten my distress call.
"Cute!"
Now this one doesn't sound nice, his voice was raspy... frogs do better, his fat disgusting. I wonder how the girls by his side get to smile and hung onto him... not to body shame anyone.
"Want to play a new game... I like your gift so you can have a free round."
"Really!"
"One free round for my good guy."
"And one for me too."
Oh thank heavens he's here, what took him so long this time? I thought he was always following me.
"Seven, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"You have someone you shouldn't. I'd say I am glad I get something from you today."
Seven? So he was also in this kind of business? And I thought he was always angry because he hated these kinds of stuff.
"You mean him?"
"Who else?"
The very first time I quarrelled with my dad, it also became the first time I decided not to be open with being close with every single person. Well, it was cemented a month later when I fought with someone and fought... for something that didn't involve them.