"My beloved monster and me,
we go everywhere together.
Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
gets us through all kinds of weather.
She will always be the only thing
that comes between me and the awful sting
that comes from living in a world
that's so damn mean.
The truth of her existance could all be boiled down to a single fact: The only person who truly knew and cared for Elodie Hortenze was a monster.
Every day the alarm clock screamed its blaring message and pulled Elodie from her state of blissful reverie into the tortured reality of her West End suite. A dirty, raspy voice would creep into her mind with chilling lucidity. Did you enjoy your sweet dreaming, my dear? Cloudy blue eyes tried desperately to return to the picturesque scenery of her previous nights excursions to no avail and she would eventually give up the effort and stretch her exhausted form beneath the cotton comforter. Fingers rubbed carefully at her eyes to try and focus the currently hazy scene before she pulled herself reluctantly from the covers and sat upright to met sunlight streaming through the curtains.
"Good morning, Azira." The words, though friendly, were too often coated with subconscious venom upon being spoken. The cold of the monster's presence worked its way from her chest to trail down her spine in a cruel motion. It didn't take long before bare feet sluggishly inched towards the wooden floorboards and Elodie staggered into the bathroom in hopes of drowning the neverending chill in a hot shower.
You have another busy day ahead of you. Fingers tested the water pouring from the faucet tenatively. The model was no fool. She knew that despite her most desperate wishes there would never come a morning where that voice wasn't the first her ears would hear. Limbs shivered despite their best efforts to remain still in the creature's presence. The water warmed quickly and her thin camisole fell into a little pile by her feet just seconds before Elodie immersed herself in the steaming hot shower.
Another day, another dollar.
The truth of her existance could all be boiled down to a single fact: The only person who truly knew and cared for Elodie Hortenze was a monster.
Every day the alarm clock screamed its blaring message and pulled Elodie from her state of blissful reverie into the tortured reality of her West End suite. A dirty, raspy voice would creep into her mind with chilling lucidity. Did you enjoy your sweet dreaming, my dear? Cloudy blue eyes tried desperately to return to the picturesque scenery of her previous nights excursions to no avail and she would eventually give up the effort and stretch her exhausted form beneath the cotton comforter. Fingers rubbed carefully at her eyes to try and focus the currently hazy scene before she pulled herself reluctantly from the covers and sat upright to met sunlight streaming through the curtains.
"Good morning, Azira." The words, though friendly, were too often coated with subconscious venom upon being spoken. The cold of the monster's presence worked its way from her chest to trail down her spine in a cruel motion. It didn't take long before bare feet sluggishly inched towards the wooden floorboards and Elodie staggered into the bathroom in hopes of drowning the neverending chill in a hot shower.
You have another busy day ahead of you. Fingers tested the water pouring from the faucet tenatively. The model was no fool. She knew that despite her most desperate wishes there would never come a morning where that voice wasn't the first her ears would hear. Limbs shivered despite their best efforts to remain still in the creature's presence. The water warmed quickly and her thin camisole fell into a little pile by her feet just seconds before Elodie immersed herself in the steaming hot shower.
Another day, another dollar.