Snippet #2476804

There was dust everywhere. Dmitri couldn't remember there being this much dust when her mother resided in this room, but it had been years since anyone had even bothered setting foot into the deep blue walls. She ran her hands lightly over the dresser and pictures that sat on the bedside table. With a deep sigh she sat on the edge of the bed. She supposed that she missed her mother, but Dmitri couldn't quite remember the woman. Her aunt had been terrible these past few weeks, she hasn't allowed Dmitri out of the house except to get the mail, and stayed in her room all day with her cigarettes and beer cans. Dmitri hadn't even been allowed to go and dance.

She sometimes wondered why she didn't just leave, it wasn't like there was anything stopping her, but she couldn't take it upon herself to leave her aunt all alone. But now she was going to do it. She was finally going to leave. However, Dmitri hadn't actually told her aunt about this strange oppurtunity, so she now stood to grab a pen to write a note. It would be short and sweet.

Paris,

Thank you for all of these years, they've been grand. I'm leaving now, dont look, you most certainly won't find me. I wish you all the luck in the world. Goodbye.

With love,
Demi.

She supposed that it was a rather rude letter, but she was too nervous to tell her aunt to her face. And so she had packed a backpack full of clothes and her ballet shoes and went into her mother's room to wait for the promise of a new life. She was feeling a bit nervous now, her palms were sweaty and her ankles were cold for some odd reason.

Dmitri placed the letter delicately on her mothers old pillow and smoothed the sheets down where she had sat. With one last glance I the mirror that hung above her mother's dresser, she stood and realized how pale she had become due to her lack of outside life. She would have to change that.

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The gate way opened and Dmitri took one last breath in her world before stepping through, without looking back. She would begin again in this new, beautiful...

This was definitely not what she was expecting. The light on the street was dim and it was rather noisy. It smelled like cigarette smoke and bars and all across the streets she saw signs for rather sketchy looking places. This was not the new life she had been promised, she was NOT going to become a stripper.

“Oh lord, what have I gotten myself into."