Chương 1: Chapter 1
A seedy motel in a crime filled area at night makes even the most dangerous thugs weary. This particular place was called Sunset Motel, which used to be named after a beautiful skyline filled with a myriad of colors, now named after the idea that this motel's day is almost over. Sunset Motel, hard to even know what it's called in the night, most of the letters on the sign lost the neon glow years ago, the last few letters blink on and off showing their final struggle to stay alive to the world. The residents of this place couldn't have a more fitting sign representing them, because everything struggles to survive in this part of the city.
In room 152 of the Sunset motel you could hear a baby cry, pleading to the world for help just this once. The sound of someone struggling to be heard and understood, how could no one understand just how hungry it was. The sound of the baby drowned out by the gunshots, screams, the pleas for mercy, and sirens in the distance. This city wasn't just the strong that survive, you needed luck just to get the chance to live long enough to learn to walk on two legs. The city had an uncharacteristic lull, for a few seconds, the city became quiet, as the final cry was heard from room 152. A cry that told a sad tale but not an uncommon one, just another soul drowned by the vile pressure of this city, one that never even learned to walk on its own two feet.
The city determined that a few quiet seconds were enough to mourn the loss of another infant as the sounds of violence fill the streets once again. As the self indulgent residents of this city push hard for another day of life, a white glow shines through the motel window of room 152 for a split second going unnoticed. A car slowly pulls into the lot as a woman exits her vehicle and starts to climb the stairs heading to her room. A high pitched cry fills the air as every resident of the paper thin walled motel must have heard, still, the women moves at the same pace, slowly making her way.
My blurry eyes open to a small room, a wave of confusion hits me as I look around at a dirty stained carpet floor, littered with clothes, spilled takeout meals, and old greasy wrappers. I draw a breath as the smell fills my nostrils with mold, sweat, and dirt becoming the biggest factors as I begin to gag. "Fuck" I gasp as a high pitched cry fills the room, my head snaps to either side trying to find who made the cry as the room returns to an eerie silence. The wave of confusion grows as I begin to notice my size relative to objects in the room, I try to move off the floor only for my body to be constricted by a harness that wraps tightly around my chest. That single move brought my body a wave of exhaustion and an ache of hungry like I've never felt before. I look down at my chest to see what's preventing me from putting anything into my stomach to end this ache, and that's when I notice my body. My infant sized chest, arms, hands, legs, and feet, the wave of confusion morphs into paranoia and fear of the unknown. My mind blanks and before I can begin to process the events, I hear steps outside the door as a key slips into the lock and the cream colored door cracks opens.
"Hey my baby" she coos, walking into the room as the door shuts tightly behind her. She walks over to me as her dirty feet and sandals stomp down on the clothes and old wrappers, only barely missing the takeout boxes. Squatting in front of me she looks me in the eye, as her white hand reaches out to my face to caress my cheek. "Momma's gonna take care of you real soon, she just needs a little hit" she promised as she stumbles over to the couch against the wall. "Wait" I cry as the sound echoes off the wall, "please, I am starving, help me" I beg, as my cry fills the room once more.
"Shh, baby everything's going to be good after this, I promise," She says focusing on a metal spoon laying on the brown table in front of her. She continues to repeat that phrase every time my cry for help reaches her ear. She shuffles her hand into her pocket, pulling out a small clear bag of black rocks. She grasps the bag like a lifeline, carefully opening it as she sticks two fingers inside acting like tweezers. Her fingers pinch a small rock as she slowly hovers it over to the spoon and gently places the rock in the center of the spoon. She seals the plastic bag shoving it deep into her short's pocket, making sure it won't escape easily. Grabbing a bottle of water, she gingerly pours a small amount over the black rock in the spoon. My begging cry fills the room, as she shuffles around things on the table looking for the last item. She picks up a small piece of cotton as she tells me how everything is going to be perfect in a few hours and places the cotton in the spoon.
I heard the clicks of the flint as it sprays sparks catching the lighter on fire. She waves the small flame over the metal spoon with a manic grin as her addiction whispers promises of a few hours of freedom from her current life. My wails go unanswered as her sole focus is on perfecting her concoction as it boils in the spoon. I make one halfhearted plea for help as I watch the needle jam into her arm. Her eyes roll back into her head as her body relaxes into a slouch. My energy is depleting as my blurry vision gets worse, my eyes become heavy as I struggle to live for a few more moments but soon the darkness takes me.
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