Fury (39 page)

Except attention.

And I got that, I’ll admit, not in the healthiest of ways. I won’t lie to you, it felt gratifying...in a sense. I was rather unrestrained with my time and body. I wasn’t different from most girls I knew. Well, except the fact I was exponentially better looking, but why beat a dead horse? The only difference between them and myself was I kept them wanting more. I used many, many,
many
boys and tossed them aside, discarding them, ironically, like many of them did to so many other girls before me.

              This is what kept them baited. I gave them but a glimpse of my taste and they tasted absinthe. They were hooked by
la fée verte
as I was so often called. I was “the green fairy.” I flitted into your life, showed you ecstasy, and left you dependent. I did this for fun, for the hell of it, for attention. I wanted to be wanted, and my word, did they want me. Did they ever.