I opened the blood red curtains leading me into the back room. My shift was over, I was done dancing today. I sat down in front of a dull and dusty mirror. I may of looked good but it wasn't how I was imagining my life to go. I didn't want my life to be all about my job like it is now. But I don't have any complaints, I have a home, a pet, food and water, a boyfriend, what more can I ask for?

I started taking off my hoop earrings. Of course my life would be better if my boyfriend worked, maybe helped out a little with rent instead of sitting at home all day and all night. He sits at home eating the food I worked for, I don't get 'thank you' I don't get 'I love you' I don't get anything from him. I would break up with him but I don't want to feel alone. And he is a nice guy, I am lucky to be dating him. The thing about Brian is that I know he won't cheat on me. He cares enough not to do that. I've been hurt in the past and I don't want it to happen again, at least I can trust Brian.

I quickly changed into a baggy teal sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans. I looked at myself in the mirror, besides at this job I don't usually have to wear makeup. My skin is usually clear my eyelashes somewhat long, thick, and actually pretty dark. I was what people call a 'natural beauty', I wouldn't call myself that but I definitely won't correct them when someone else says that. Ever since I moved to L.A I had to get this job to pay my bills you know what they say, 'there ain't no rest for the wicked', 'money doesn't grow on trees', 'I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed', 'nothing in this world comes free' there are a lot of sayings and all of them seem to be true.

I sighed as I got up and threw my bag over my shoulder it has my heels and the rest of my clothes that I dance in.

Leaving the actual building was my least favorite part of the day. There were always the same groping men always trying to touch me as I walk by, saying things like "hey baby" and "where you going?". I always pushed passed their disgusting hands without a word.

"Next stop home for a nap, then 7 11." I mumbled as I walked down the street to the Sunset Apartment buildings. The apartments are really not that far from The Cock Pit (kill me now also thanks pirate Percy for the name) and the 7 11 where I work part time. Of course it isn't a dream job, but it's better then my other one.

I stood in front or my apartment looking through my purse to find my keys.

"Shit" I grumbled as I looked in the small pocket where I always hold them. Where had they gone? "I must have forgotten them at the club." I quickly knocked on the door a few times waiting for Brian to answer the door. I was crossing my fingers that he wasn't sleeping. After a few minuets I knocked again. "God damn it Brian," I whispered "please be awake for once." I stood at the door, wishing for it to open.

But wishing didn't get me a good job or a fantastic boyfriend. Wishing did nothing for me. Maybe it had something to do about luck. Who knew? All I know is that I'm not getting inside. I needed to sleep so bad. I was so stressed, so tired. I sat against the door. I needed sleep to be able to work later, I can't sleep out here. This isn't exactly a 'good neighborhood', well, five minutes won't hurt. I closed my eyes trying to breath in calmly. Just five minutes. Just, five minutes.

And like that, I was out.

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