Reflection // Alex & Inner Alex
[ bellusnxturne ]
All of the oranges and the bottles of Perrior she had bought - gone. They weren't in her arms, in those brown paper bags when she had arrived, so Alex assumed that they must have fallen right on the ground in the alleyway and left there until an unknown amount of time. Ah, it was almost a shame…
And there she was, out by herself, trapped within the seemingly endless maze of alleys and nearly entering a state of panic. The former prostitute heard the sounds of a familiar man laughing and calling her name, all while she tried to remove the cap to a small container of pills. “Alex… Alex…” The voice called, echoing through the woman’s ears. “ALEX!” The sudden shout had almost caused the woman to let out a scream, but she knew better than that.
Her shaking hands continued to attempt to open the container, and the voice did not cease its speaking. “You’re nothing but a whore, ya know that? You would’ve been dead a long time ago, if it wasn’t fer me. Heh… Just you wait an’ see. Ol’ Barry will come and take good care of ya, jus’ like those guys you made money off of. I just can’t wait to see yer fa-”
“SHUT UP!” A tearful yell was heard from Alex’s voice, answering back the hallucination.
But even though she was on the verge of giving up right then and there, the woman knew it all would have been for nothing in the end. Her time with those two men that she had almost begun to felt like she could depend on would have been for nothing. Her attempts to bring herself together and move forward from the past and look to the future would have been for nothing. She was not going to lose; not yet. With the cap of the pill bottle removed, Alex removed two of the tranquilizer pills and swallowed them without any water. There was a heavy exhalation of breath from the woman, and her eyes began to be covered with a glaze as they slowly closed.
...
It was quiet now. His voice was nowhere to be found and in its wake was another.
“Alex...” an all too familiar voice with call out to her as a pair of arms enveloped the woman. Should she be curious enough to sneak a glance, she would find the other individual to be a woman - one that shared her face and likeness; staring back at her.
