CRYSTAL CLEAR

Crystal Clear: One

Authors note: I deleted this story because I wanted to start over and change some things to make it better. Hope you enjoy this one and comment what you think :)

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Crystal's p.o.v

If the world were asked to explain life in one word I bet they'd say complex. If the world were also asked about one thing they wanted the most or what people wanted to sought after in life I'd bet they'd say money, power, or happiness. In my personal opinion everyone wants happiness, they just don't know how to achieve it or know that they want it. They fill themselves up with things that seem desirable thinking it will replace the empty bitter void in life, things like drugs, alcohol, sex, money, sometimes even hurting others. Those things illusion themselves to seem fulfilling but you have to keep doing them to get that fulfillment and that only last for a moment not forever so they lose the meaning of fulfillment. Those same things seeming desirable are the very things that destroy you either physically or mentally, maybe even both.

My name is Crystal Blue Steward. I have been running from someone for about half of my life.

It's been so long that I don't even remember most of the places I've been to. At the moment I'm hidden in some busty old city with dead buildings and a barren society. When I say that I don't mean the literal sense, people had no emotion here or care for things. Drugs, Bums, and drivebys. Someone could be getting jumped or even killed and everyone walks by as if it's just the common thing. Despite those things, I have come to call this place my home. Is it the most ideal place I could find? Of course not. I wanted to be by the beach sipping on mojitos and strutting in my bikini while maybe losing my virginity to a surfer with sandy blonde hair and rock hard abs. Doesn't exactly have to be like that but you get the gist. Unfortunately I don't have the luxury to hide in a magnificent clear blue water island because the man chasing me would find me a lot more easily. Plus this place suits me and has grown on me.

My role in this dreamy city, note the sarcasm, wasn't the common drug dealer. It was a pizza delivery girl. Not ideal either but it was discreet. Who suspects a delivery person. No one. The man that hired me was an old French man with a shiny bald head, and pot belly named Louise. He always smelled of old cologne. He needed employees. I needed the money. Eventually we became very close. I liked him because he didn't ask many questions about my past. I think he knew things were up but he just never asked. He cared for me and I didn't give him a reason to, he just did.

"Mon dieu Elizabeth you're late again." Louise scolded

"Oui oui, I oversleep." I mocked his thick French accent.

"You think you're funny and since you continue to be late go deliver these pizza's." He ordered

"That's my consequence? I do this everyday." I snorted and grabbed the pizzas with the address on them.

"oh come on no not this place." I whined.

"Stop complaining and just get it over with."

I mumbled something under my breath in French and Louise gave me one of those looks a parent gives to a child.

I got into the beat up pizza car and drove to the address inscripted on the little paper. I pulled up to a motel. The sign was leaning and the stench of mildew mixed with rum filled the air around it. The brick walls were a faded brown color. I loathed this motel. The people were usually disgusting, rude, or perverted. Most of the time all three. I checked the address and began looking for the room number 70. I've never seen it and I've never delivered to that room before. I approached the bearded, long haired man who was at the reciptionist desk. His shirt was stained with yellow spots and he possessed a stale cigeratte scent.