Charlie (Sky) Winchester<br/>Location: Alley 74<br/>Tags: Bryn, Saoirse<br/><br/><br/><br/>She was kind to her. Though she wanted to say something to her, anything, Sky was unable to. The smell was infecting her nose, bringing back old memories from a time she had left behind. It’s funny how something so simple as a smell can take you right back to a certain time or place. For Sky, it was just another alley, but this time there was the smell, the feeling, that only the substance he had between his lips could bring. She could hear the muffled voices of those around her, the ones taking their turns and the ones who were there selling. They were just as real to her as the two people who actually were in her alley, her home, right now.<br/><br/>Sky looked down at the money tucked away in the plastic bag as the girl passed by, a bite of carrot still in her mouth. She was trying to push the memories, the urges back, but the crisp vegetable was a pale substitute. A smile. The girl had smiled at her instead of simply trying to look past her. What was so different about her? The thought barely crept into her mind as she watched the scene between them unfold. It became crystal clear why she was so different. Sky chalked it up to her being addicted. Things like this got inside your brain, changed who you were, made you do things you wouldn’t normally do, made you numb to them. Numb. That was one of the reasons she had done it. When it wasn’t enough, she graduated to harder things. The marks in her arms were proof of that. This day seemed to get worse and worse. First the memories of her father as she read through the book in the library about him and now this. The memories were demons, and now she felt surrounded by them, teasing and taunting, trying to lure her back to a place she didn’t want to be.<br/><br/>‘Join up.’ She heard those words coming from the woman. Her voice, her words, drew her attention from the brick wall before her. He talked about her as if she were….someone. Sky slowly rose, leaning against the building for assistance. Her hands were unsteady. She wasn’t accustomed to feeling this way. As she took a step towards them, an inner voice was screaming for her to go the other way. It was a voice she would ignore. “There are some that only employ words for the purpose of disguising their thoughts. Voltaire. Personally I think there are better ways of disguising thoughts, and,” she hesitated, looking over to beautiful woman, “honestly I’ve got far too many of them rattling around in my brain tonight. Demons, you might say, and they’re all around. Literally.” Her gaze fell back to him and….it. “I’m not a good girl, at least I once wasn’t. It’s all….ancient history.” Her voice faltered, clearly showing how much she was wavering. “You see it would be so easy to say yes, to wrap my lips around..that..and inhale, allowing that sweetness to fill..me..and make it all feel better, but I worked hard to get away from it. I worked..so..hard.” Sky looked away, her train of thoughts escaping her. It was a need, a carnal need, that was taking over. She shifted on her feet, fidgeting, before returning her gaze back to him once more. “Give it here,” she finally said, reaching for it, hating how she was feeling and wanting to feel anything but the suffocating emotions from her past that were embracing her.