Unworthy [Jasmine]
Posted: 24 Aug 2017, 01:58
A year was supposed to make a difference. She was supposed to grow, to find herself and to become something whole. Instead, she found herself once again walking a nearly deserted street in the middle of nowhere - alone. Tucking her hands deep into the weathered pockets of her jacket, she kept her head down, gaze counting the cracks in the ruined cement. There had been no change. She was still invisible, unnoticed. She still stammered over her words and hid at the first sign of social interaction. She couldn’t stand to be touched, she could barely function in a crowd. The only real change had been her death - and then, of course, her Obsession. He was the only thing that kept her from fading into the night.
Now, there was also Jasmine.
The woman had been a mistake, one she had never intended to make. Her focus had been an entirely different being, one that deserved death of the most painful kind. She had never felt such rage as she had that night, and yet, she had ended up with the honey haired stripper. Of course, because nothing can ever go right for you, she thought bitterly as she gave a stray, frozen leaf a kick. It crumbled beneath her sneaker as most everything did when she touched it. Closing her eyes for a moment, she breathed in the cold air and released it on an exasperated exhale. The need to pull oxygen into her lungs was one out of desire, to feel as if for a moment, she could belong to this dark, desolate world. It never worked, and instead, it reminded her of her immortality.
Nearing her destination, she gave the abandoned, decaying building a critical once over. The bricks were shattered and falling to the ground, the windows broken and boarded up with weathered two by fours. The plastic covering was nothing more than strips, and the roof was missing half of its shingles. The place was utterly useless, and yet, she saw a beauty in it that so many others would overlook. Reaching up a hand, she knocked off a few vines and dusted away the dirt that covered the door before pressing her hand against the knob and swinging it open. Dust and debris rained down on her, coating her hair and blocking her vision with a dense grey cloud before she waved it away. The inside looked even worse than the out, the workout machines all but extravagant paperweights now.
Thankfully, she had no use for those.
Instead, her focus was the large ring in the middle of the room. The ropes were hanging low, the mats covered in dried blood and sweat, and it was the perfect scene for what she needed. Curling her gloved fingers over one of the decaying, frayed ropes, the slender shadow leapt over the barrier and landed on the mat with ease. She had found this place by mistake, and something about the abandoned, forgotten gym spoke to her on a level not many things did. Perhaps it was the way the walls could barely keep themselves upright without swaying beneath the weight of the world, or the fact that the ground was littered with dust, plaster and ancient paper scrawled with words that would never be memorialized. There was a beauty to the gutted building that many would overlook. It was hidden in the shadows, tucked away in the corner of the city where many cared not to venture. No one would care when it finally collapsed into nothing but shattered cement and splintered wood.
It had been written off long ago.
Brushing her fingers across the grey and weathered mat at her feet, she drew a design in the dirt with a quiet sigh. She hadn’t intended to bring anyone to this place when she had found it, but once she realized that her progeny was useless in everything outside of selling herself, she found herself without a choice. She hated the spotlight, she loathed crowds, and there weren’t many places in the city she could escape from prying eyes. Except here. It was the best place to train the woman, and the only place that offered what they both needed. Settling her back against the ropes, she dusted her hands off and swept her mismatched gaze across the room.
Of course, none of this mattered if she didn’t even bother to show.
Now, there was also Jasmine.
The woman had been a mistake, one she had never intended to make. Her focus had been an entirely different being, one that deserved death of the most painful kind. She had never felt such rage as she had that night, and yet, she had ended up with the honey haired stripper. Of course, because nothing can ever go right for you, she thought bitterly as she gave a stray, frozen leaf a kick. It crumbled beneath her sneaker as most everything did when she touched it. Closing her eyes for a moment, she breathed in the cold air and released it on an exasperated exhale. The need to pull oxygen into her lungs was one out of desire, to feel as if for a moment, she could belong to this dark, desolate world. It never worked, and instead, it reminded her of her immortality.
Nearing her destination, she gave the abandoned, decaying building a critical once over. The bricks were shattered and falling to the ground, the windows broken and boarded up with weathered two by fours. The plastic covering was nothing more than strips, and the roof was missing half of its shingles. The place was utterly useless, and yet, she saw a beauty in it that so many others would overlook. Reaching up a hand, she knocked off a few vines and dusted away the dirt that covered the door before pressing her hand against the knob and swinging it open. Dust and debris rained down on her, coating her hair and blocking her vision with a dense grey cloud before she waved it away. The inside looked even worse than the out, the workout machines all but extravagant paperweights now.
Thankfully, she had no use for those.
Instead, her focus was the large ring in the middle of the room. The ropes were hanging low, the mats covered in dried blood and sweat, and it was the perfect scene for what she needed. Curling her gloved fingers over one of the decaying, frayed ropes, the slender shadow leapt over the barrier and landed on the mat with ease. She had found this place by mistake, and something about the abandoned, forgotten gym spoke to her on a level not many things did. Perhaps it was the way the walls could barely keep themselves upright without swaying beneath the weight of the world, or the fact that the ground was littered with dust, plaster and ancient paper scrawled with words that would never be memorialized. There was a beauty to the gutted building that many would overlook. It was hidden in the shadows, tucked away in the corner of the city where many cared not to venture. No one would care when it finally collapsed into nothing but shattered cement and splintered wood.
It had been written off long ago.
Brushing her fingers across the grey and weathered mat at her feet, she drew a design in the dirt with a quiet sigh. She hadn’t intended to bring anyone to this place when she had found it, but once she realized that her progeny was useless in everything outside of selling herself, she found herself without a choice. She hated the spotlight, she loathed crowds, and there weren’t many places in the city she could escape from prying eyes. Except here. It was the best place to train the woman, and the only place that offered what they both needed. Settling her back against the ropes, she dusted her hands off and swept her mismatched gaze across the room.
Of course, none of this mattered if she didn’t even bother to show.