Possessed

Noah/

"Wake up, you asshole". I don't have any energy to clean up the mess I create every night after coming back home. Bottles of beer everywhere. A weird smell coming from the kitchen. And my own smell. I spend all the daytime, out, looking for a job, which I never find. It's not like I could work anywhere, though. I've been fired from the place where I've worked for three years and a half because I beat someone, almost to death. I was working in a sweets factory. You know, smelling sweets feels good, only for seconds. After a long day, you just feel you wanna puke if you smell that smell again. At least, I don't wanna eat sweets, that's good for my teeth and for my health. But the amount of beer I swallow every evening to drown my thoughts compensate the sweets, doesn't it?

Catherine/

"Get up, sweetie". I love it when it's the first words I hear in the morning. With a little pat on my head, a little forehead kiss, some affection and endless love. And the first thing I see in the morning is his face. The face of the man I love, the one I'd cherish for the rest of my life. I don't wanna go to work today, but I have to. My two jobs, actually. I've been partying up too late last night with John, because I finally got that part time job as a singer in a local bar. I've been singing for too long without anyone but my close friends and family listening. I wanted to take my talent to a higher level.

"Good luck, Cathy, for your new job. I'm not sure to be there on time to pick you up, but I'll do my best, baby."

"No problem, I don't think I'll stay late tonight, it's my first night there."

My relationship with John is lasting since high school days. We met there, and we've been stuck together. There is no Catherine without John and there is no John without Catherine. We're renting an apartment together since he proposed to me six months ago. I cannot be happier with myself and with the people that surround me. I'm kind of a person who loves life, and enjoys being alive. Is there any possibility to be living life in any other way?

Noah/

"Hey, Noah. You son of a bitch, you owe me..."

What an amazing way to start the day! By listening to your answering machine full of weird shit. I cannot even pay this month's rent, from where am I gonna pay all of this money I owe to almost everyone I know? At least, let's just get up from this mess, go around and try to look for a job. This is my first goal, today. I don't even know where my one and only shirt is. Is it even clean for me to wear it? Shit, no time for this.

I put my shirt on and went down the city to eventually find a job. I've been looking for one for the last six months. My life has been hell since I beat that man down. Why have I beaten him? I don't even remember. The metro is crowded today, it's Saturday. Why have I left home? It's even too hot to be outside, but if I wanna gain some money, I have to get a job.

"NO! Please HELP! this man stole my purse!"

Come on-it's not a surprise to get your things stolen here in New York, ma'm- shut the fuck up, my head's hurting too much.

"I just was at a bank where I got too much money, I lost it all!"

Oh, well, now she's crying. At least, you have something I'm desperately looking for. Wait, what?

Catherine/

"Hey Cathy, what's up! I heard you were starting your singer career, today! Good luck!"

Oh my God, they all know it, I bet John wrote a Facebook post saying that to the world. This shop I've been working in since years has slowly become my second family. I cannot spend a day without seeing them all, my sweet friends. My work here is the easiest one on Earth. I just have to say "Hello", smile and be kind. I also have to know every tool one can be led to use at home. That's not easy. I work here from 9 to 3, basically six hours of joy, I enjoy being here. But today, they are going to let me go earlier for me to get prepared for my other job. I hope from all my heart it's gonna be a good night, today. I have a weird feeling. I may be stressing. But I'm not someone who stresses out easily. I finished my short day and headed back home to take a shower and choose the dress I'm gonna wear tonight. Red, white or black? I'm going for the white one. It'll be a good color for the start of my, I hope, long career. It's already 7! I head up to the bar, alone. John is still at work. New York can be a little creepy at night, but it for sure got a unique mood.

Noah/

So basically, we're in New York and stealing is "normalized" here. I'm not the best person in the world, I've never stolen anything from anyone, but if it's late at night, from a woman, it'll be easy. I just have to pay this month's rent, and buy me some new clothes. All I will have to do is to steal a purse, containing money. How am I supposed to know it contains money? I've gotta feel it, choose a woman who seems to be rich. What if she only has a credit card? I hope I won't miss my chance tonight, but I have no other choice. It's not like I've been a good person these last years. I've been an asshole to everyone I know. I don't even call my parents anymore, I left my girlfriend in spite of her being the cutest human a man could have. I have nothing to lose. It's jail or money. I am going to wear a black hoodie so the woman could not identify me in case something goes wrong. Why haven't I thought about it earlier? Should I take a knife or a gun with me? I don't wanna seem dangerous but if I don't seem dead serious about stealing something, I won't get what I want. Okay for the knife. Let's go. Money, I'm coming.

Catherine/

I'm so happy of my first evening there, they've been sweet to me. Everybody encouraged me! I sang songs of "Bon Jovi", "Guns N' Roses" and "Queen". Some hard songs to sing if you're not professional, but...

"Hey baby girl, where you at?"

Oh God, a man with a knife in the middle of an empty street... where are you, John, when I need you?