Illumination

This is the story of Star and Horizon

The beeping on my Phone woke me up from my slumber. It was 5am and I didn't want to be woken. I slumped in bed and felt irritated, another day. It would probably be a good one I just hated being woken up early and these days were getting too frequent. I hated living with parents and younger sister. I failed and I knew it. I became strong at one stage and caved. I got fat on things sadly, including my waistline again. I could understand it though. Many people say in their head "I cant understand it" but I could understand it.

I knew I would run away, absolutely. There was no question about it. I felt put off by the fact I lacked self control or had a structured routine. Why didn't I work around my peers enough. Why could I not acclimate into a routine. Why didn't I go out clubbing when everyone else did? This was shit I was now wasting my youth, my years, my life for who? for what? it just didn't make sense but it did. I was clearly hexed.

My gorgeous, amazing, beautiful cat Moses woke me up. His sweet trilling and beautiful voice like music to my ears at times. I knew he wanted me up and out the house, no more eating myself to death. I only had one cat so made sure I always spoke to him, pet him etc. I even brushed his teeth on occasion. Sometimes he hated it and I didn't want to coddle him so just left him. I should take him out one day. I hated when he was inside too much.

I got up, fed him and made myself a warm beverage and got dressed. I need a glow up and the gym, some sexy clothes and I was there. I was starting my new job in two days so perfect time to prep myself and get myself ampt to begin a chapter. I am so happy, I know I wont be here for long. I feel it in my bones.

I had short brunette hair and slanted brown eyes. I wasn't Asian but my eyes were created quite upturned and thin. Like a cat. I couldn't wait to make money so I could bleach my hair. I envisioned a nice icy blonde. A beautiful mix of platinum and the whitest palest tones the hairdresser could muster. Sigh. Sounds amazing, I thought.

I got dressed, applied a small amount of makeup and kissed my cat goodbye and out the door I went. My mum and my Sister still fast asleep.

I had to run some errands and that included going to central London. I had to get to send of a form and collect something. Lately, I had felt really weird around my lower belly region. I mentally reminded myself to pop in at the doctors on the way or I could just do one of those triage forms online.

A loud ring interrupted my thought " Hello, is this Star?". "

" Yeah, this is her "

" Hey, I'm just calling to remind about today. I' ll be around Charing Cross Station. " This was referring to the item I had to pick up. I was quite looking forward to it. I'd ordered something off of gumtree and needed to pick it up. I hoped that they wrapped it well. I could have been shipped but I chose to meet the woman in person because not only was it quicker, I could actually see it to check the quality. I wasn't interested in picking something up that was crappy or misleading.

I arrived at London Bridge Station and took the tube up to Charing cross. I adored taking the tube. It gave me a good feeling. It was like a new , exciting feeling. It didn't matter how frequently I did it, or how little. I just loved it. I also noticed the type of characters that would come onto the tube. Most of them very unusual people. Some probably homeless, some alternative and some very unique, some average looking people just travelling. I wondered what their lives were like.

I got off and headed outside the station. I was headed to meet the lady on the phone, Mila was her name. She was a beautiful mixed race lady judging by her profile picture, probably in her 30's. I looked around and instantly recognised her. As I walked toward her I really took in her appearance. She was actually more pretty in person and taller then I imagined. She wore deep red lipstick and eyeliner. Her curly hair was tied up and strands sprung out, It was a caramel colour with blonde tones. I imagined it looked stunning down. She had green hazel eyes but they weren't extremely bright or striking more soft and glowy, her pupils illuminated against the dark ring around her iris.

She wore skinny jeans, a sexy black cami crop top and white nike shoes. On top of her black cami she wore a thin and floaty jersey black cardigan .Her outfit accentuated her beautiful body. She had a really nice bust and overall a really fit body which anyone could appreciate looking at. It peeped out from her long black jersey cardigan adding emphasis on her cleavage. I glanced quickly as I greeted her.

"Hey, Mila right? She smiled a gorgeous smile in response. " is this it?" I asked quickly, I probably sounded as though I was in a rush.

"Yeah" She replied holding a carefully wrapped and cellotaped package the size of a large shoe box." Can I take a look at, I just wanna make sure its all good . "

"Sure, It's in fab condition, I'm selling because I'm saving for Reading in the summer." She had a loud, vivacious voice. I envisioned her being the life of the party and already knew she had a lot of charisma.

I carefully opened the box and glanced at the item. It was a pair of roller blades. I wanted to learn because I'd seen various people and some high school friends with them on Instagram and Tiktok. They looked like a fun and would make a great hobby. They'd even made careers out of them. I glanced at the wheels, a little bit of wear but perfect, a few scuffs but nothing too bad. I smiled pleased with the product. We had a light conversation before I paid her thanked her and went on my way.

As I was walking, I decided to explore this part of town. I hadn't been in a while and loved it at night. I frequented a few bars with my friend which gave me happy memories but I also loved the ambience of it even before it got dark. I could smell the pungent cigerette smoke and passed a couple of homeless people on the street which made me sad. I love walking around here but sometimes the sad side of life hurts to see.

Just then a young black man approached me. He started asking for directions which cut my thoughts off for a moment and left me blank. "Hello, I was wondering if you could tell me where Boots is?" Boots? I thought. I hadn't passed a boots yet. I had been around the area a few times but not recently within the last 3 months. I did recall there was a boots further up ahead but decided to check my phone, in case.

" uh, Boots is further up a head" I answered.

I took in his appearance properly for the first time. He was tall, about 6'3 he had a smiley face and cheerful eyes. He was beautiful, I knew this before I even got a chance to know him. His voice was warm and jubilant he had a south london accent. He was stocky but lean and very muscular. He wore a taupe bucket hat that made him look funny, like a daytime raver or like he was headed into the Australian outback.

"Thank you very much, are you local or meeting friends" I was taken by surprise at his cue for a conversation. well I had to pick something up, I actually live near Greenwich, by the river. what about you? " No way I live up Blackheath. "We locked eyes further and he spoke about the fact he has a dropshipping business and I was a struggling artist etc.

He proceeded to ask for my number which I gave him and we said our goodbyes.

30 minutes later

He clutched onto my legs as he lifted me from the bathroom stall. we had to be really quiet but I couldn't supress my shrill moans. He thrusted deeply and quite hard. His large thick penis was stabbing my insides. he was really sexy though, he had such a familiar feeling but in a good way. He clutched my thighs and thrusted a few more times. he released on the base of my vagina and it was over. I don't know why I do things like this. I hardly ever get any pleasure from it apart from pleasing the other person. But he was a really nice guy, attractive and I hadn't had sex in a while. What the heck, right? I also shouldn't think harshly but it irked my heart and made me feel like shit about myself. I didn't like myself for this reason.

He smiled and cleaned me up with some tissue which was sweet. He cleaned himself up as well. I felt a little numb though, something really felt off. I think it was me, why did love and sex leave me so scorned. I just felt hurt, I think it was because I hated myself so much. I needed to leave everything and everyone behind. I don't even know where or who I'm running toward. I just know I cant be this girl anymore.

"So what are your plans later? The guy asked, Jerome was his name.

"Nothing, I really was just walking around town. I may do a few things later. "

"Come out with me, I want to take you somewhere. My friend is hosting a party and its in quite a upmarket part of London, he said "its gonna be really good. There will be quite a few interesting people coming."

"Sure" I responded

I finished cleaning up and getting dressed and I stepped out of the bathroom, Jerome followed my lead. As we stepped outside into the crisp evening, the chilly breeze hit me. It was summer but the nights were quite chilly lately. I should have brought a thicker coat then the light leather jacket I had on, but then why would I? it was summer and during the afternoon the heat could get insane. What moron walks out their house with a fluffy coat when its 30 degrees.

Jerome and I got in the uber and off we went to our destination.