Ah Angela. Where do I begin? Seriously. If you want the British version of Tony Montana. Or Pablo Escobar, then this girl was your person to go to. Life for her was totally different however, sadly like most teenagers they fall into that rabbit hole of vice and sin. She was a potential star, she actually wanted to be in music. Particularly Jazz. Her inspiration was the late Amy Winehouse. Seriously Angela when she was a teen, Couldn't stop listening to her music.
Once she got into college. Life was good, until one day she got a call that her family was being evicted from their own apartment. Apparently, the mom failed to pay the rent on time. And soon they were homeless. But eventually they found shelter at a local shelter home. The people there were supportive of Angela's passion and dreams. One woman, an elderly woman, rolled up in her wheelchair, grasp Angela's hand and said, "Angel" that should be your first album name. Angela took that as a compliment. Then came the fire, one night after another good performance, she got word that the shelter had a faulty wiring that led to the fire that destroyed the home, Angela's mom was in there. Soon the Shelter relocated but due to hard times, they stopped supporting Angela. And she left to follow her dreams, which was sort live. She ended up dating the wrong kind of boys. To "comfort your sorrows" said her ex-boyfriend who was clearly a meth-head. Angela said, "Fuck it" and lit it up like no tomorrow. Soon she was a drug dealer, and somehow became a mom, probably through one of her contacts. She was a trashy, drug-dealing, class A slut. The man left, no reason why. She was left with their only child.
She could've abandoned the child to the local childcare services. But instead looked in the mirror and told herself, "Clean yourself up girl. Your a fucking mess" she always repeats this morning, after morning. Sort of like a prayer. She got so many part time jobs, and with the help of a loyal friend to the end. The friend was at home baby sitting, while also cleaning up Angela's dark past, away from sight and mind.
Angela one day went to the grocery store. Buying food and stuff. "Peaches" she said, as she began scratching off a shopping list. After she got her stuff, she went to her mini-van. But couldn't open the door, "Let me help you" said a voice, It was Claudia and Stacy. Still in high school and shopping with their moms, Angela said, "Thank you" to them got in the mini-van and drove back home. Along the way to her horror she said to herself, "Oh my god. That is my neighbor" she said, hoping that her neighbor didn't notice her "new self".
After going through so many sessions, trial and error. All of this stuff. Angela was a new woman, however, by the time she was in her mid 20's her son was following in her footsteps. "Dammit Jimmy. Why the bad grade? did you study at all last night?!" she yelled at her son, Jimmy didn't care, just played video games, did drugs, and literally fucked around. Eventually, Jimmy one night got his things and left his mom. The last words were, "Fuck you mom" and slammed the door in her face. Angela sat on the floor, crying to herself. Alone.
She soon starting to get back into the habit. Despite protests from her friends, a few bets here, gambling here, smoking, drinking. It was pretty bad, but then she notices something in her, she began having memory problems, split personalities. It gotten so bad she was sent to the looney bin for a few months. And that is where she is now, sitting in a white room, trying to wiggle her way out, and talking to herself.
"Hello Angela" said the doctor as he came in, "How are you today?" he said. Angela ignoring the question, just frozen. Silently looking outside the dinky, white room. "It's snowing" she said. The doctor laughed and said, "Yes it is snowing. In fact, that is why i was late". He said as he took off his glasses and cleaned them. Angela sat back down, and looked back at her doctor and said, "Why is it always snowing?" she said, the doctor said, "Climate changes. Oh! You mean? Heh, now that we will have to explore even deeper". The doctor got on the floor in front of Angela and said, "Can we do it?" he said smiling, Angela not being in a position to outright refuse, or lash out, said. "Okay".
The two of them smile as the doctor began discussing the thematic and philosophical purpose of snowfall.
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