My face is numb from the wind and cold and i can feel my eyes watering.
There's a girl over there, she's dressed like a tart. Her clothes are stuck to her and her make-up is splattered across her face, dirty black tears streaking from her eyes. I can see the goosebumps on her mottled legs from here as she stands hunched at the traffic lights,her hair hanging in limp clumps and her face twisted into a grimace. There's a spray of mud up the back of her leg and her shoes are saturated with rain.
I remember her face. She used to bully me at school, not big things, she never hit me or anything, but little things. I half want to go up to her and say 'hi, i remember you, you were the one who picked on me at school.' you know, just to see what she'd say! That's the thing about bullies, the don't like to be confronted or stood up to. Still she hasn't been to successful after leaving from what the grapevine has told me....kid at 15, went out with that popular kid Matt...the one with the big ears. I think they got engaged...well until he beat her up and left her for dead one saturday night, crawling along the street, face black and blue and her screaming out at him at the top of her lungs. He was stalking away unaware that inside that battered and bruised woman he'd left behind lay what would've been his child. Would've been if he'd not laid into her, kicked her so hard he burst her spleen. Poor thing didn't stand a chance. He found out later though, threatened to do her for killing his kid...not before the police did him. Went down for gbh for her and accidental death on the unborn child on the grounds he didn't know she was pregnant.
Nobody thought he'd go down for the baby but everyone was glad he did. Lovely area, this.