The smoke filled club pumped out music so loud it had the tendecy to make her heart skip beats. She could feel the vibrations on the stage as she danced. And maybe it was the drugs and not the music which did this...Or a combination of both. Serenity never took the time to think about it. She just emptied her mind....And danced.
Every night she dance for one alone. Even as the eyes of many watched her...She only saw him. He was the one she could never truly have. The one whose cold touch set her aflame. It always had. Her dark coco colored hues on those matching ones of his. Even as the music stopped and she crawled on the stage collecting those bills thrown on it...She watched him. Watched the man noone else saw as he rose..Ready to follower her.
It had become a game for them. Serenity and Zac. She would pretend he was alive and there..Her ghost priest...And he would pretend that she wasnt the girl he watched grow into this creature. The deviant oracle. Sometimes the pair woundered about how others saw what they did...How did it look to them? A girl who could be anything...With souless eyes..That stare right into the heart of you yet doesnt truely see you. One who wount touch you? Or one you could never touch. It had been something that Serenity had woundered about in the earily years of her dancing career.
Collecting the last of the money she would move off the stage passing a dark skinned woman..Who looked just as empty as Serenity felt. Stopping in the wings she would count the money...Nearly 300 Euro. A sigh of relief would pass her lips.She would have enough for a bundle and a vial. She could sleep tonight without having to feel what everyone else did.
She could hear him. He was bitching again. Acting like a worried hen.
" I know what Im doing."
that shit will kill you.
"No more then anything else you know. Just leave me be."
They would go back and forth for what seemed forever. The other girls who danced at the blue moon long ago learned to ignore this. Though they seemed to avoid her at the same time..Cause after all..Who wanted to be around a woman who talked to herself and had more mood swings then sybil. Shutting Zac out for the time she would pull on her jeans and shove the money in her pocket. Patting it. Soon. Soon she wouldnt feel.