11 The Crushed Ear Ring Minicam

She had wanted an earring for a very long time, although was much less certain about the idea of it containing a small camera: however she liked the idea taking small photographs of people that bugged her the wrong way. In some cases it was a matter of revenge, but in other cases it was merely for own amusement.

She was tired of having to justify herself to other people, and found solace in different spy gadgets on different animations on television. Being the daughter of a Franco-Latina, and a Irish trans woman, she already had that stigma going against her. In school others would either comment on how she should like jazz, or like Flamenco guitar. But she didn't like either, preferring to tune of slow electronic music as she went to bed. Her mother had raised her on wearing Birkenstocks, and thus knew largely no other kinds of footwear, which would sometimes get her looks but some of her coworkers at retell.

But generally, people mostly left her alone to do her own things: like collecting during types of meta-data. One could suppose if they knew about this, they might have some concerns, however she was able to keep a relatively close lid on her online affairs, and only used federated platforms. She was just glad it wasn't like the hotel room her mother once had to stay in, they didn't have the internet at all.

Amelina Lunette had never been a drug user in her entire life, but wondered wanted taking certain hallucinogens were like. She had purchased a small pack of pills from an unknown vender, thus it was unclear of these were stimulants or downers, along with the underlying dream. She placed her earring to the side, leaving the box on her couch, and masturbated to girls tap dancing to Cup Song. It wasn't so much the song she liked, as she largely hated the genre. Rather she liked how the shoes made the girls legs look longer, and made her wanted to climb her face under their skirts. But they were merely hallucinations of the electronic sort, and not the more organic variety that caused peoples mind to spaz out at light speed.

She looked at the box of pills, and reconsidered.

But she knew that the actual chance of law enforcement actually finding out about her adventures were slim: but if she were caught, the penalties were rather severe. Her severed head from being guillotined, her neck stump on a slab, while scientist would study how her mind worked. Thus, she chose to take these pills discretely, and locked herself inside of her bedroom.

Waking up in a desolate landscape, there were mainly weeping willow trees, and the world was surrounded by ghosts: one of which attempted to wrangle her onto the bottom of a tree. Amelina took the crowbar she found, and whacked it on the head. After the scampered off, she brushed off her skin tight jeans, and realized that she did not put on her earring. So she could not photograph whatever it was that she was seeing right now. Part of her wondered what the point would be: if she took a picture, the only thing that would really show was her apartment room. She found herself inside of a maze, similar to the experience of wearing a virtual reality head set, however this was not with anything so chunky and heavy. She felt as if she were on a timer, with the number on the clock gradually going downward, and not way to stop it.

Eventually she was able to find the exit, where there was a singular solitary tree: ahead of her was a shadowy figure: someone who looked like a girl in a casual tee, a pair of loose fitting jeans, and a pair of Birkenstock clogs. But as she looked closer, the girl had an iron shovel for a head. The girl, whose head had been replaced with a shovel, was carrying a large hammer and sickle. The shovel headed girl attempted to slash her with the sickle, but it missed. The shove head tried whacking her with a hammer, but this also missed. Amelina whacked the girl in the neck, and the shovel came tumbling down. With the shovel she was able to dig far enough in the twilight world, where she finally reached a bedroom: and here, there was a bed. She could finally exit the dream.

When she woke up again, it was time to feed her cat: but she heard knocking at the door. She placed her new earring in, then looked through the peep hole. It was the girl with a shovel for a head, missing her head, and carrying the shovel in her left hand. Amelina hesitated to open the door, but when she did...

The girl wasn't there. Instead was a hooligan she met earlier.

"I thought you were hung by the Yakuza?" Amelina said.

"That was a double I found that looked like me, and now I'm after you. I have a score to settle about some images you took of me." the hoodlum said.

"Lets talk about this OK."

"Yes lets."

The door slammed.

All the neighbors could remember was the sound of chatte noir purring, and the sounds of birds tweeting in the apartment alleyway. But because the girl never exited her apartment, nobody realized she was being held hostage. Inside the door, the hooligan crushed the earring. But she remembered the images Amelina took, and hoped others wouldn't be so wise.

She crushed the earring to make sure, leaving Amelina knocked out on her bedroom window.

Midnight came, Amelina woke up to her broken earring.

The cat wanted lunch.