AshtheDragoness

Starving I stand in front of the mirror in my room here, gaze empty when I look in it. I see my eyes and only my eyes, how the once-bright-sea-green has dulled to a listless pond-green. Getting ready for bed, I take my shirt off, and it drops to the floor, covering my feet. I gape at myself in the mirror. My cheeks have hollowed, my eyes are sunken, with shading so dark around them it looks like I've broken my nose and have double shiners. I'm paler than I've ever been -- pasty white -- and my hair is dirtier than I've ever seen it. I can count each and every one of my ribs without a shadow of a doubt, and my arms and legs look like twigs

Playing the Father Figure Isn't That Great My name is Michael Lee Earnest. I'm twenty one and I live in the heart of my gang's territory in the inner city. I have a bar tending job at one of the local bars. And about a year ago I picked up two little kids to help raise them as future gang members. Sometimes I wish I'd shot them when I had the chance. But I have to keep telling myself they'll pay off as useful later. And then they started trying to call me Daddy. "Daddeeee..." An obnoxious little voice whines as a finger pokes at my bare arm. I groggily open my eyes, sleepy and completely ticked. What time is it again? Midnight? Oh yeah, I