I once heard people refer to fate having a comical side– throwing twists and turns into our lives that would eventually lead us to that desired ending where life would be that perfect mix of euphoria and meloncholia.
Well if that was so, then fate had a sick sense of humor.
My cabin was empty with the exception of my barely existent being that continued to gaze out the window as fields turned to bodies of water, that then turned to roads–cold, lifeless roads. This train had to reach its destination eventually. It had been days since I set foot on land that did not move beneath my feet. It had been days since I breathed the fresh air originating from the Earth and not the fabricated scent of pine flowing out of the vents all around the train.
I leaned my head back against the soft cushion of the seat and shut my eyes to bask myself in the freshly distributed scent that filled every crevice of my cabin. It was at that moment that my hands moved from my sides and to my lap before slowly settling on my stomach.
“What future is there when you aren’t here to share it with me?”
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I believed that things had to get really bad before they would get better, or at least that’s what Ian said every time I came home coated in sweat that wasn’t mine, with dried up tears on my face. So as I folded the thick stack of mint bills over and stuffed them into my bag, I smiled with pride because that was it. I was done. That was the last time I spread my legs for cash; the last time I danced for a tip; the last time I let someone call me Lady Bijou as their filthy paws grabbed at me and further tainted my psyche. Just as I shoved my birth name to the dark depths of my mind when I first started this humiliating profession, I was now ready to do the same to my stage name. This had gone on long enough and now that I had enough money to get out and support myself, I was ready to walk away from The Red Light Club.
“Would you look at that? Is the Lady Bijou jackin’ money or were you that good of a fuck? Doing overtime? Sucking off those old geezers for one more bill?” Guffawed the blonde who was obviously getting a head start on her evening booze binge to help herself through the night. In the years that I spent selling myself to those who stared at me like a meal on a silver platter, Elda, the swaying woman with her barely covered breasts and dark circles under her eyes, remained the same. She was clearly lost and formed a dependency on this job while I was trying to get out. Since the beginning of our acquaintance, Elda along with Hikari, and occasionally some other girls, never failed to pester one of the few girls who didn’t share what it was she wanted to do with the money she was earning each night by doing things that would make her poor mother cry.
“Not going to answer me, are ya?”
There was no use in raising my voice when I was so close to getting out, so close to putting all of this behind me so I could work on the next phase of my life plan. I threw my purse over my shoulder and smiled sweetly, just as I did to everyone I encountered. Friend or enemy–it was all the same. Genuine or fictitious–it was all the same.
“Be safe tonight, Elda.”
“Bijou!” She screeched when I walked past her through the strands of colorful beads that hung down from the ceiling of the grungy dressing room. It was where I spent so many evenings crying myself to the point I could barely see and where I skimmed through the skimpy outfits on the hangers before taking my place on stage. So many memories were now encrypted into the cold hardwood of the room. So many memories I hoped to abandon.
But now I wouldn’t have to do that anymore.
I wouldn’t have to cry after being poked and probed like a doll meant to satisfy perverted fantasies, because that wouldn’t be happening anymore.
I was now free to walk out with my lips pulled back, revealing something that was finally true and as genuine as it could have possibly gotten.
A smile.
Not even a full mile from the club and I already felt free of that filthy shroud that always embraced my torso like a leech begging for another drop of sanguine fluid to quench its never-ending thirst. My skin wasn’t covered in sweat or spit, only by the mist that left the fountain in the center of the south side area of Crystal Springs. Now all I had left to do was to walk through the archway that would lead my underground to the subways, so I could avoid walking along twisted streets. It was starting to look like it was going to rain anyway and the subway’s green line just happened to stop a couple of feet from the apartment building where Ian was probably waiting for me.
Since the night Ian showed me the difference between having sex and making love, we made a promise to drop whatever it was that held us back. I knew Ian wasn’t clean that night and I knew that it wasn’t the first time his eyes embraced a fogged cloak. I guess after months of wondering how he managed to get paychecks in the triple digits without doing anything that stripped him of his basic human rights, it finally clicked. It was exposed to me from the very beginning, wasn’t it? Yeah, it was. Ian held and sold narcotics to users like himself, but after our many nights together, we formed a promise that would be fulfilled when he went clean and when we had enough money to leave Crystal Springs once and for all. My heart held doubt in the past. I was afraid that I would never know what it would feel to love and be loved in return, but even after I was left to cry myself into a state of complete numbness, Ian was there to pick me up and promise me a life much better than what we were “gifted” with in this dreadful city.
Now those cheerful daydreams would no longer remain simple daydreams but a reality that was not that far from our grasp! We would take a train, just like he said, and then we would start over. In a new town with new people and new everything–Ian and I would begin our life anew. We would create new memories that wouldn’t haunt us, that wouldn’t drive us to the brink of insanity. We could maybe even get married one day and have kids together. That was what I was ultimately looking for by leaving France, wasn’t I? An adventure to find someone who would look into my eyes without seeing a child and now, without seeing a used and abused call girl.
The past was now just the past, and it would stay that way the moment Ian and I would put our savings together for the tickets that would take us wherever the trains tracks would lead us. We had no desired destination when every place that wasn’t Crystal Springs seemed like a safe haven.
My heart began to beat at twice the resting rate when the doors of the subway opened so people could spill out from the inside after being jam-packed like sardines in a tin that was even smaller and more compact than usual. But when I took a whiff of fresh air that was no longer mixed with the funk of exhausted constructions workers, I was given a second wind of energy to force myself up the stairs and through the gate that brought me back the streets with opaque skies that peeked over the colossal apartment buildings.
I picked up my pace and developed a sort of joy-filled bounce in my walk the closer I got to the apartment building that I grew to call home. And with each step that I took up the stairs, my grin grew wider and my skin broke out in goosebumps at the thought of who was waiting for me beyond the door. After passing the elevator–with an out-of-order sign pasted onto it– six times, I clutched my purse closer to my chest while I fished for the keys to the apartment. Now humming some tune that I probably picked up from the stereo blaring in the dressing room at the club, I felt my cheeks warm up when I approached the door and reached to unlock it. What came to me as a surprise was that it was already left slightly ajar. Normally I would have taken some precaution since we didn’t exactly live in a five-star hotel, but a barely attended apartment building with a deaf and ill-mannered landlord who didn’t seem to care much about the rats that often scampered down the hall in the middle of the night. This was different, I guess, because I stepped right into the room with my blood rushing with adrenaline in hopes of finding my boyfriend waiting for me, to congratulate me on my last day of that dehumanizing job. And even while in the back of my mind I had to consider the idea of a break in, I wasn’t welcomed with that. No. There was no clatter of furniture falling and our belongings being stashed into a pillowcase. Truth be told, not a sound was present in the entire apartment.
“Ian?” I squeaked and gripped the faux-leather strap of my purse, hoping to use it as a weapon if necessary. I was out of pepper-spray so there wasn’t much for me to do but use anything and everything to protect myself. “Eliza?” I tried again, only calling out the name of our other roommate as my legs criss-crossed on the way past the kitchen and past the bathroom.
Again, not a single squeak or peep was made.
“D-did someone leave the door open? Ian, it better not have been you because we’ve been over this.” I chuckled only to help calm myself down till I made it out of the living room. I was left disappointed at the lack of human life on the couches or by the windows, where Ian normally smoked if he wasn’t on the roof. But as I quickly walked back into the hall, my eyes finally caught sight of the only room with its door left open: Ian’s room.
At that point I wasn’t expecting anyone to be present, but I was surprised yet again at the sight of Eliza leaning against the dresser just beside the door. The sudden realization that it was my former co-worker made me jump, ramming my elbow into thick wooden door frame.
“Oooooh! Shoot! Eliza! Why didn’t you answer me when I called out your name!? You had me thinking we had some serial killer lurking in here! My purse wouldn’t have been enough to beat the shit out of anyone let alone a killer!”
Eliza didn’t laugh or crack a joke at my ridiculous assumptions. Her face was painfully still and her eyes never made the effort to reach mine.
“Hey, are you okay? Where’s Ian? He said he was going to be home so we could celebrate.”
Her eyes revealed their solemn state but not a word left her chapped lips. She didn’t point or make an effort to inform me about what was going on. She only nodded towards the bed that I shared with Ian on most nights.
It didn’t click till I noticed the lower half of the man, with whom I felt safe, sticking out from the other side of the bed. As much as I wanted to think he fell out of bed and was too lazy to get his bum back up, I knew that it couldn’t have been it because of Eliza’s lack of a reaction and desire to communicate. So I did what my heart directed me to do. I dropped my purse and allowed it to fall to the wood-covered ground before rushing to his side.
I found him on the side closest to the windows that welcomed the first rays of sunlight each morning. His body was stiff and no matter how much I pleaded my mind to block things out, I noticed the pricks on the inside of his arm and the syringe left in the palm of his hand. No, this couldn’t have right. He promised!
In some desperate attempt, I crashed my mouth onto his and began performing CPR. My hands pressed down onto his still chest and I whimpered at the lack of response from him. I went back down to deliver more breaths and watched his chest rise and fall back down when I stopped. Nothing.
“No, no!” I cried out after dragging him away from the bed. The syringe was taken from his hand and tossed in Eliza’s direction before I looked back down at Ian’s already chilling body. His eyes, his charming eyes gleamed like glass and they were lined heavily with a rusty tint. “No, please don’t be gone. Please!” I begged with his body pressed against my chest. Rocking him back and forth like a child wouldn’t help, I knew that, but it brought him close to me.
“H-he said he would stop using! He said he would get clean for us!” My eyes could barely register the sight and feel of the man I cradled in my arms, but as my lip quivered and I fought back gargantuan sobs, Eliza remained emotionless. Did this not startle her? Didn’t she feel at least an ounce of grief knowing that the guy she spent so many years living with was dead at her feet?!
“He said that?” Eliza finally spoke. “You do realize that you trusted a junkie,right?”
“He promised!”
The dirty-blond haired woman crouched down and forced my face to level with hers. “Don’t be an idiot, Riona. Junkies can never keep promises. They can never love or care. This fuck up was bound to OD eventually. Fucking dumbass,” She growled, getting back to her feet.
“Shut your mouth, you bitch!” I sobbed. “How could you say that to the man who took you in when you were just as fucked up as I am now? Don’t you even feel a little sadness? Don’t you feel horrible?!”
She didn’t speak.
Her hands grew stiff from what I could tell when she pressed her palm firmly against the door frame.
“Ian was always like this, Frenchie. The only thing he loved was what killed him. He loved that shit more than any human that laid a finger on him. He used me and he used you.” Eliza exhaled sharply and leaned against the door. Maybe all of this was finally hitting her as it was hitting me. “Ian was a liar, a user, abuser, and a scum. Everything he did was for himself. Never for a minute think that he loved you because he said the same to me.”
“I-I know, but I’m not you. Ian loved me and we were going to get out. We had plans to buy our tickets tomorrow and leave.” My index finger traced his stiff jaw as tears traveled from my eyes and onto his grey shirt. “Things were supposed to get better. Things were going to be great. I was going to be finished with this shithole!”
“Honey,” Eliza sighed loudly, “there is no way to escape Crystal Springs because the longer you stay, the harder it is to get out. This place eats at you and takes away everything you once were. You may leave the city but the city will always stay with you.”
“I can still get out!”
“Well then I wish you luck because after finding that surprise in the bathroom, I’m guessing you’ll really need it.”
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The presence of the surprise I got after weeks of throwing up on the job didn’t make me smile or frown. Its existence mattered as much as I did at that current point in time, which fate made painfully clear to me with everything that I endured in the last two years. Whatever it was that was burrowed deep within me–whether it was a male or female–I could only hope that they wouldn’t end up ruined as I was now, because no one deserved that. But I guess what made all of this somewhat okay was knowing that I was carrying Ian’s child. I honestly had no doubt about it because I was always extremely careful on the job. No one would get close to me without being covered. Only Ian allowed me to drop my guard and lose myself in a flurry of his passionate kisses and gentle touches that always made my toes tingle and my spine vibrate when I fought back the high-pitched moans from filling the ecstasy-filled room.
My saviors who sheltered me after landing in a city that I had hopes for were nothing but fallen angels.
Eliza used me and thought of me as her key to salvation when she only led me towards oblivion. Without me she would continue to roam the damned city in search of mercy from the city that swallowed her whole.
Ian…
Ian showed me how it felt to be loved and no longer afraid of what awaited us on the other side. But he also promised things that we would now never have. There won’t be a happily ever after for us because his one true love was something that got closer to him than I ever could.
It was heroin, his one and only, that stopped his heart cold and broke every single promise that we made to each other.
We’ll buy two tickets, get on that train, and not look back!
No, for only I made it on the train with only a spare ticket in his memory.
I’ll get a job that’ll have nothing to do with dealing!
But the using wouldn’t stop, right?
I’ll make a vow now, Riona. I vow to make sure we get out of here together because I want us to start a life away from here. We’ll start over.
No…
We’ll get married.
No…
We’ll raise this kid together.
No…
I’ll always love you and only you.
No…
No..
No.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, good afternoon. The attendants will be making their final rounds with food and drinks. As a reminder, we will be at the final stop in approximately two hours. I repeat: two hours.”