[Titanic] Ticket

Lester followed the flow of people on the bus to the west of the city. It was raining outside, but he forgot to bring an umbrella, and the water droplets rolled down from his body, leaving wet marks on the floor of the car.

He pushed back the blond hair on his forehead and sat down in the last chair. Across the aisle was a female passenger with beautifully dyed purple hair who looked like a high school student.

Lester looked at her nonchalantly for a while. She looked a bit like Susan, especially the outline of the eyes, which had soft and delicate arcs.

"You're soaked." The girl noticed him, and she didn't mind her skirt being wet. She shifted her position to his side, took out a napkin from her bag and handed it to him, trying to talk, "Where are you going? I'm Saying it’s a bad day is not the time to go out.”

"...the red light district." Lester wiped his face with his sleeve, and replied indifferently, those cold water stains still persistently slid from his forehead all the way to his chin, he was a little annoyed, and he doubted that it would take another hour There will be a fever.

Unexpectedly, the girl was not frightened, she laughed, revealing the gum she was chewing: "Let's stop."

Lester stared at her for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​driving her away. He couldn't refuse this kind of person-like the kind of people who are born with confidence, vitality, familiar but not very annoying skills Guys, their presence in the world is like a miracle or something, after all being completely undisturbed by the dark side of the world sounds like a big deal.

Lester fell asleep, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he closed his eyes securely and sank into a bizarre dream.

His dreams are always meaningless, usually like walking a maze, nine times out of ten he can't find the exit, and he wakes up exhausted, but this brief dream on the bus is slightly different.

He dreamed about something that happened many years ago.

Susan was smiling on the balcony, wearing her favorite rose red suspender dress, with a cigarette in her hand, like a woman who has completely fallen into prostitution.There is still an innocent part in her smile, which is the reason why she is sought after, Lester can't say whether it is because of stupidity or other reasons, his mother is such a person, even if life can't treat her worse, she I still believe that something good in a fairy tale may happen in the next second.

He lay on the table, staring at the fish in the tank endlessly. It was the spoils of his autumn tour in the third grade. It was very beautiful, with tail fins like silver gauze and back like a red moon, like a wonderful dream. He chatted with it chirping, as if the fish was a close friend, and his mother was always standing behind him, and whenever he turned his head, he could meet that gentle and rare smiling face.

That was almost all he expected. The fish, the smile, and the sunshine filled him with strength. He ambitiously hoped that he would grow up overnight so that he could earn a lot of money and lead his mother proudly to his home. The scumbag father came to him and asked him to regret the abandonment he once gave up.

……

"Hey, wake up, we've arrived." The misty mist dispersed from before his eyes, Lester opened his eyes, his eyes were sharp and oppressive like arrows, the girl with dyed purple hair stepped back a little carefully, he whispered Said "sorry".

The platform is surrounded by garbage dumps in the entire city. Sewage flows across the city. Plastic bags and lunch boxes are thrown everywhere. The girl deftly avoids the obstacles and throws herself into the darkness like a deer without hesitation. Lester watched for a while, Can't help but ask: "Do you live here?"

"I'm a child prostitute." She said softly, with an unconcealable loss on her face, "Aren't you right? I've never seen you here before, are you looking for someone?"

"Susan." He hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "She is my mother."

The girl's eyes widened, and her mouth opened stupidly: "I'm sorry, my God, I don't know. Your clothes are all big brands, I thought—"

Lester smiled, and the girl's face became more rosy under his gaze. She was wearing light golden colored contact lenses, which made her pupils look extraordinarily bright. They walked for a while, and the girl tugged at the strap of her bag, "I'm going here Will you come again next time?" She licked her hair and asked uneasily.

"Yes, after all, my mother lives here." Lester said, the girl suddenly became happy, ran a few steps and turned to wave to him, "My name is Liv, you can come to me, I won't I'll take your money!" She finished speaking quickly, and ran away without looking back, her blue sweater billowing in the wind, which was almost the brightest color on the street.

Lester thought about his fish again, and he frowned, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling that he couldn't remember what had happened to the fish, but it wasn't a happy ending anyway.

Lester climbed up a small crumbling building, panting and a woman's profligate moan came from the poorly soundproofed door, his hand that was about to knock on the door was slowly clenched into a fist, and he knelt down in front of the door, lost. With all the strength in his body.

He didn't know why Susan had to repeat such a life.

He gave her a lot of money, almost everything he got from the Rolands, but Susan refused to move out of this filthy place, she was still in the flesh business, and flirted with every man who passed, as if he wanted The innocence and romance that can be taken care of has always been just a fantasy.

Despair submerged him like a black tide, those fragmentary pictures kept replaying in his head, and an empty voice penetrated into the depths of his mind like a silent ghost, screaming and roaring non-stop, asking him to go Kill the man in there lying on top of his mom like a pile of frozen pork.

Trembling, Lester took out the medicine bottle from his pocket, poured a few pills out of the tube, and stuffed them into his mouth desperately. He didn't know what the medicine was for, he had been raised by Dupin Rolland Complete rubbish, taking a little more medicine, what kind of medicine to take has no meaning to his life, at most it is to prevent him from becoming a murderer at this critical moment.

Lester felt the dizziness and darkness receding slowly. He stared at the door indifferently. It was so thin that it couldn't hide any ugliness. He took a few steps back, and then kicked it hard. , the loud noise in the corridor drew scolding and swear words up and down, several mice were shaken out from the compartment of the stairs, fell to the ground and screamed non-stop, Lester kicked the door again, It fell completely, and the woman who hurried over in a sheet appeared in his sight.

He smiled and called her: "I've been knocking on the door for a long time to see you, I'm impatient now, sorry, Susan."

A cursing man wrapped in a bath towel followed him out, and Lester turned his head to look at him. He was a middle-aged man with brown hair and slightly fat. He was over 40 years old, and his appearance had maintained the appearance of his heyday because of his excellent maintenance.He and Susan have maintained this relationship for seven years. She once thought he would marry her, and asked Lester on a whim one afternoon if he wanted a father, but you know some reasons, he enjoys this I don't intend to pay for the convenience brought by this relationship, but I don't intend to pay for it for a lifetime.

He looked at Lester with a condescending look: "Look at our young boy, has he found a good way out?"

Lester smiled good-naturedly, and slowly approached him. He was beautiful, and the dark and dark part of his eyes was even more fascinating. The middle-aged man relaxed and stared at his dick, until a The fist hit his chin hard, he raised his head in pain, the young man had a kind of madness close to calmness on his face, he picked up his neck, pried open the medicine bottle in his pocket, and put a bunch of unknown ingredients Pour it into his mouth and keep a firm grip on his carotid artery, preventing him from spitting it out.

Terrified, Susan kept leaning back against the refrigerator door, like a helpless little quail.

Lester watched all this indifferently. He thought of his fish. When he returned home a week later, it had been disembowelled and thrown on the chopping board. Look at the structure of this fish.

Lester never forgot the appearance of the fish. The cinnabar-like red penetrated deep inside, and the silver gauze-like tail fin hung down feebly. It could no longer be alive. His mother slept soundly in the room, with an innocent and childish expression on her face. Put all worries aside.

"I also want to cut open your stomach to see what's inside." Lester said softly, patting his chest to let the medicine be swallowed smoothly, "But I can't, I'm not sick enough, the staff The police will arrest me. I have to take care of my mother, don't you think?"

The man trembled and ran out of the room. He fell on the stairs, shaking and screaming. He will probably never come again. Lester grabbed Susan, and the woman tore her hair in a broken state. cried: "Why did you come! You drove him away!"

"Otherwise, do you want to keep him for dinner?" Lester opened the refrigerator, "Speaking of which, I'm a little hungry. Do you have anything to eat here?"

"Get out... I don't want to see someone named Roland, you are all crazy, you are all crazy!"

Lester's hand paused, "I hope you move out, I will find you a job elsewhere, listen, Susan, now I have the ability to—"

"No!" Susan frantically and loudly rejected him. It was just a word, but it suddenly had the effect of cutting the heart. He was shaking with pain, and asked with pale lips, "I don't understand. Why are you still here?" Have you not had enough of this life? Or are you addicted to sex with those men, and you will die if you leave them!"

Susan looked at him with vicious, cold eyes, which had retained that part of Lester's so often recalled quality, but he had never seen that it was really like snow on a field of ice, shivering with cold.

"Anyone can take me away and give me a good life. Only you can't, Lester, you are born a sinful person. I never expected you to be born. You ruined everything for me." She said this, as if He let out a breath, and smiled softly and purely, "If it weren't for you, your father would come back to find me, and I would live a life of a superior person, instead of living like the most miserable mouse here."