multiplemuses

Since I'm practically down to my last twenty anyway, deciding to spend it on won't be that hard. I'm just lucky the boarding house I'm staying in less that twenty a night. True, it's a shit hole but it's better than being out in the street and it has a computer. Funny huh? The wallpaper is peeling off the walls, the lights are half burnt out but they have computer for their guests to use for 15 minute terminals. Anyway, on to my list of what my last twenty will be spent on:

1) Boarding room. There goes ten bucks right there.
2) Shaving razors because I can't abide body hair.
3) Toothbrush and toothpaste because I also can't stand bad breath. Bad enough I have to smell other peoples, I don't want to smell my own. The toothbrush has other uses as well.
4) Monkshood from the craft store.
5) Rubbing alcohol.

By this point I think my last twenty would be spent. Which would really suck since I'd probably be hungry by that point. 'Course, I could always try to scam some food off one of the other people in the house here or dine and dash if I was really stuck. Not like I haven't done it before.

I keep having this weird dream were I’m in the middle of the forest wearing all white. Snow is falling all around me and it looks incredibly cold. I know I should be cold since what I’m wearing looks like old-fashioned undergarments but I’m not. Everything is so bright and sharp, especially the knife that I find on the ground. Immediately I’m compelled to pick it up and when I turn around I see Ginger off in the distance, chained down. Well, sometimes it’s Ginger and sometimes it’s a huge wolf.

Either way I run down to free her as I know he’s coming to kill her but then I stab Ginger and… and that’s usually when I wake up. I’ve been having this nightmare ever since Ginger died two years ago.

I guess it’s not strange for me to be having nightmares about my sister’s death considering...considering my role in it but why does it take place in a snow-covered forest? Ginger died on Halloween and inside a house. Also, Ginger didn’t look the same in the dream as she did before she died. She looks older and I look older and...god, I talk about this anymore.

It’s just too weird.

Prompt: Dream
Muse: Brigitte Fitzgerald
Word count: 202

Work? When would I have time for that? Between running from the cops and researching lycanthropy, I don’t have time for a real job. I survive by stealing what I can but I don’t consider that my job either. The only thing I have that’s close to employment is my research work but that’s more of a matter of life or death. You see, about two years ago I was infected…no, that’s not right. I infected myself with the lycanthrope virus which, looking back now, was the stupidest thing I have ever done. Trying to undo that mistake is my life’s mission right now. Quite different from what I always thought I’d be doing at this point in my life.

At seventeen I should be working at some grocery store making minimum wage and planning for college. Instead, I’m holed up in a rundown motel injecting various poisons in the vain hope that it will save me. Funny where life takes you, huh?

Could be worse though. I could still be locked up.

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