Friday, June 15, 2007

CH1CA VAGA - II

The only memory I had was waking up in an ally on the east side of Kings Row....somewhere near the refinery...if my memory serves me correctly. I remember flashes of green and purple light, remembered being thrown; frozen and pummeled by those scum, those filthy scum. My first thoughts went to my family. I hope they made it. I hope they lived.

I was only 18 years old when The Lost ruined my life.
My name is Miranda C. Douglas. Don't ask me what the C. stands for...my mom thought I should have an initial. I've got a chip on my shoulder--atleast that is what some think.
My friends call me Chica. That would be my one friend anyway.

My little brother came out of my mom that night...she had been in labor for over four hours in an allyway near the train. I remembered I could hear it come to a stop everytime her contractions subsided. We needed help--I needed to find help...but what could a homeless family do and to who could we turn too...this baby was coming out now--no time no time I kept thinking.

My brother's first gasp of dioxins from the refineries made him cough. But he had lived and so had my mother. We were going to be fine. (to be continued...)

2 comments:

Vi said...

No need to Worry, I will be your Hero friend and we will clean up the streets to rid Paragon of them terrible filthy scum The Lost. We will be long time Comrades and make our Home a wonderful place to live. They will know that Violet and Chica are a pair to be reckoned with.

CHICA said...

You know it GIRLFRIEND!!!! wooot!
hehe...u were who i was thinking of ;)
lets do it!