Losing Pieces of Me Read Online Free Page A

bit more.  Walking into my sister’s room, I feel emptiness take hold of me.  I haven’t allowed myself to come in here since right after she disappeared.  I looked everywhere for clues about where she might have gone, but I keep coming up empty handed.  Katrina’s friends were no help either, damn useless bimbos.
       I ignore the vanity she sat on that night when she told me she was going away with Hayden and instead turn towards her large closet that’s bursting at the seams.  I don’t know how she was ever able to afford everything she has here, but she has a very large selection.
    I don’t really have to worry too much about whether or not her clothes will fit me because we’re both the same size, I’m just a lot shorter than she is.  Don’t ask me how that happened, both her and my mother were always so much taller than I ever was.  I didn’t get lucky the way they did.  I was born short and stayed that way.
       I think about wearing something colorful or really short to attract attention, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that going subtle and only showing some skin might be helpful this time.  My goal is to get into the club this time, not get stopped at the door by some bouncer who thinks he’s been promoted to king of the world or something.
       Seems like a good idea in theory right?  Well, it doesn’t work at the first club.  The place is run down and looks nothing like Orchid Boiler.  Then again, Orchid Boiler is a brand new club that Hayden just opened.  I wonder if that place will look like this one in a few years.  With the way this place looks, I bet it will look like this within a year.  Clearly Hayden never visits this place, so I don’t even bother going to stand in the small line waiting outside the club.
       I instead go to the last club on my list, Black Dagger.  This club looks kind of like Orchid Boiler, and the place is a lot newer than the last place I was just at.  The crowd waiting outside isn’t as large as it is at the Orchid Boiler so I think I might have a better shot at getting into this place than I would at Orchid Boiler.  This place only has one bouncer standing guard at the door and he doesn’t have a clipboard in his hand, so when I step up before him I plaster a fake smile on my face and smile up at him.
       “ID,” he grunts at me, not returning my smile.
       My smile falters, but I pull out my ID and hand it to him anyways.
       He looks it over for a few seconds before looking up at me and then back down at the photo.  He hands it back to me and I think this is the moment that he’s going to tell me to get lost.
    “Here you go Miss, enjoy your evening,” he tells me as he pushes the door open for me.
       The second I step inside the club and the door closes behind me, I release the breath I’ve been holding and have a look around the place.  This club is much smaller than I thought it would be from the outside.  The place is about a third the size of Orchid Boiler, so I shouldn’t have to spend too long searching before I find out if Hayden is here.
       I look around the club trying to locate the VIP section on my own, but I don’t see it anywhere.  Looking around me up at the walls I notice several cameras around the place so I decide against asking the bouncer standing in the corner.  That might draw too much unwanted attention towards myself if I start asking dumb questions again like where the VIP section is.  So I do the only thing I can think of, I move myself into the crowd so as not to get noticed for standing in the middle of the room and looking around lost.  It’s easier to make it through this club since there are less people dancing, but there are enough people that I don’t stand out in the crowd.  I pretend to belong here by bouncing my head along with the techno beat that’s playing right now.  I allow it to momentarily flood through my body and move me with the tempo.  I have to play