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Going Down in Gotham

Going Down in Gotham

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Published by Zoe Hansen
This is a sample of a novel I have written. This story is about a young girl called Brooke Powell, who finds herself alone in Manhattan after her boyfriend cheats on her. She enters a series of self help therapy groups to try and recover from her heartbreak. The story centers around women and their search for themselves after everything goes wrong in a relationship. Its a humorous story that has a touch of rock n roll, the 1980's, fashion and pop culture. Not just for women, men will enjoy a peak into our twisted minds.
This is a sample of a novel I have written. This story is about a young girl called Brooke Powell, who finds herself alone in Manhattan after her boyfriend cheats on her. She enters a series of self help therapy groups to try and recover from her heartbreak. The story centers around women and their search for themselves after everything goes wrong in a relationship. Its a humorous story that has a touch of rock n roll, the 1980's, fashion and pop culture. Not just for women, men will enjoy a peak into our twisted minds.

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Published by: Zoe Hansen on Aug 08, 2011
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Going Down In GothamChapter 1On the wall across from where I was standing, was a picture that caught my eye.I was drawn to the ancient old barn, and a small duck, next to a couple bails ofhay. The sky was a stormy blue, and a dark winding road veered off to the right. There was something about the road that intrigued me. It appeared to be an entrance way into a darkened tunnel, a gateway into mysterious and secret world hidden from most.My mind drifted to images of my mother reading me "The Secret Garden." A story about a child who discovered a forgotten magical place, that would come alive when visited. The tangled vines and over grown flower beds, knotted in weeds seemedso inviting to me. I recalled wishing I could jump into that book and live there. I felt safety, solitude, and beauty in that story, and this mysterious painting made me feel the same.Unfortunately that was a very fleeting moment, as I turned around to a room ofsix women of various ages, and backgrounds, who were seated in a small circle.A goth chick dressed in uniform black, with a shrunken top hat pinned to the topside of her head, was the only one who hadn’t looked up from her romance novel when I walked into the room.What the hell am I doing? Why am I here? I can’t talk about personal things in front of people, especially about my break up. This is a total waste of time, andthe absolute last time I listen to Vanessa, and her suggestions on how I shouldbetter my life, through new age crystal healing therapy. Whatever that is.I just wish I’d never met my bastard cheating husband.I scanned the room, to see what type of person actually falls for this crystalhealing nonsense.I focused on a sweet looking Patti Smith look-alike, with a permanent smile on her face. The all natural type who sees good in everyone, and doesn’t shave her legs.I wondered what the goth chick was going to divulge to the group? Perhaps somemorbid fascination with the dead, or maybe she’s one of those modern day vampiresthat I’d seen on a recent Sally Jesse Raphael afternoon talk show.I shifted from leg to leg self-consciously waiting for the doctor at arrive. Eyes darted around to each woman in the room.I wondered what they thought of me. Not that it really matters… but it does matter. I did care what people thought of me. I shouldn’t, but that was one of my issues. I was a people pleaser. That’s what Vanessa said, anyway. I’d never thought aboutthese things before. I tended to trust her because of her vast knowledge about people.Vanessa was practically addicted to various therapy groups. She wanted to join Alcoholics Anonymous, even though she wasn’t an alcoholic. She told me she recentlyhad slipped into a meeting, and pretended she had a drinking problem. Now she was actually wondering if in fact she was an alcoholic, although she didn’t care for alcohol.I noticed a few of the women looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. I did stand out on the streets of Manhattan, where I had blended in in London. My hair was dark brown and reached my waist. I needed to trim my bangs, but I thoughtthey lent me a Chrissy Hynde rock n’ roll image. I had on tight black jeans, andpointed boots. I never left the house without black eyeliner and ruby red lips.I wish I had larger breasts, but had discovered I could work magic with a push up bra.The room was quiet, apart from two of the women who seemed to know each other.Just as I was thinking about slipping out of the door, and making a run for it,Doctor Cornwell glided in. Her eyes immediately caught mine. She was carrying afold up chair.
"Hello people,… good afternoon. How is everyone today?" She smiled a wide truly happy to see everyone smile."This is for you…" I took the chair thanking her, and opened it. Placing myself next to the hunch over goth girl.Cornwell walked behind her grand mahogany desk, and plopped her heavy Gucci bagdown.Doctor Cornwell asked the group to introduce themselves, and looked at me. I hated to talk in front of a group, no matter how small. I felt my face flush immediately."Hello, my name is Brooke Powell…Umm…I guess, I’m from London… Been here three months…I’mre cause of my… break up. Umm, that’s it… I think… thank you." I shifted around in my chair, and began to perspire. I felt allergic talking to a group of people. It wasquite a disability. I wish I could be one of those cool confident women who effortlessly were able to speak to people in public. It seemed that everyone’s eyes were on my body. Maybe that was the problem. I felt so self conscious. As thoughmy arms looked like huge sausages, and I gained and extra fifty pounds. I beganto perspire. I scanned the room and fidgeted with my bag, avoiding all eyes.Thankfully I was saved by goth girl, who lifted her head and whispered her name,"Vivienne." She had a tiny upturned nose. I breathed a sigh, when everyone’s headturned to her, and their gaze left me.Patti who was called Rain, naturally, surprised me by her rather angry undertone. She announced her difficulty in finding a "partner…"We went around to each woman in an anti clock wise direction. There was Rosa, who was a large thirty-something year old Hispanic women, who stared at everyone with a harsh attitude, and folded arms.I couldn’t help focusing on Tina who was quiet, yet she constantly moved around inher seat and snapped gum. It was extremely irritating.Rebecca was attractive. She had perfectly styled blond hair and tasteful makeup. Lastly, Cynthia introduced herself. I liked her immediately, she was in her middle to late sixties. She had thick long dead straight gray hair and bangs thathid green eyes.Doctor Cornwell walked slowly around the circle of women, talking about what thegroup entailed.She was way more attractive than most doctors I imagined, especially a shrink. Her eyes looked black, which was a striking contrast to her pale skin and hair.She kicked off her Ferragamo pumps and twisted her hair into a tight bun, securing it by sticking a pencil through the knot of hair. "We come together once a week to explore and discuss our inner feelings, thingsthat you feel you can’t share, perhaps with…others. We are here for you." She stoodfor a moment closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and exhaled. Clearly awareof her audience, she drank in the attention."You will be amazed at what you are holding on to. Negativity, old wounds, hurtfeelings, anger, resentment. Relationships are the main subject women bury themselves in.""Oh… yes…sir-ree, oh yes!" Rosa nodded her head up and down holding up both hands as though in church. I got a twinge of nerves."That is the beginning of decay. If you continue to hold onto these rotten, hideous, thoughts and feelings, you will begin to look and feel rotten and decayed." I looked around the room to see if I could spot any obvious decay."We are willing to try an alternative therapy. I do not preach, nor do I tell you what to do, like traditional therapists." Tina made a face at the mention oftraditional therapy."You will reach these conclusions on your own. If you continue to follow my theory in my newest book ‘ Searching for Love and Finding Freedom- within yourself, Volume 5.’ Cornwell reached over to her desk and passed around a copy of her book.
I could see on the back cover a large photo of Cornwell, in a white flowing summer dress, standing seductively by a tree."Today I’d like to focus on decay." She stood in the circle, her hands in prayer,head bowed, and a peaceful smile on her face.That sentence alone was funny. Yes lets focus on decay, lets!"The decay that you have allowed into your body and soul is only growing, I canfeel it in this room. You must listen to me, and open your arms to fresh pure freedom from old ways." She threw up her arms as though releasing doves to the sky.Doctor Cornwell hovered over my shoulders holding her hands an inch over my head. Strangely I could feel warmth from her hands. I relaxed. I actually wanted her to be for real, and not some charlatan taking me, and these other females forforty dollars a session, money that I didn’t have.When Vanessa had explained Doctor Cornwell to me, I had hoped I would find someone who would help me shake my awful gut ache and preoccupation on revenge against my ex.The doctor said, that my last relationships had put a dark aura over me, and killed positive flow from my chi. No shit!, her new age language was lost on me, but I nodded."You unfortunately broke off your relationship too early… Why do you have to be incontrol all the time?""Who me… what control?" I looked around as though she wasn’t talking to me. I thought I wasn’t in control enough. It had been a life long complaint of my fathers, andeven friends, that I rarely made decisions, or showed enough initiative."You should have stayed in that relationship until it naturally ran its course.""Oh, it ran it’s course, believe me. I didn’t break it off soon enough. Its seemedto me to be the absolute end.""No no, you have broken the natural cycle of this rendezvous…"Rendezvous? what the hell, that was the most pretentious thing she’d said so far,and this whole thing was a load of bollocks."Your aura is darkening." Cornwell said hovering over my head. "You are blockingthe flow." Rosa pursed her lips across from me, and shook her head."Is that bad." I asked."Yes. You are blocking my energy to flow through you."This was getting a little strange. I looked at everyone’s face. Oh no! were they all crazy?"You might think we are crazy, but you need help or you will continue to repeatcycles in your relationships, and never move on to a fulfilling partnership, which is what we all desire.""Oh, I dont think you are crazy." I said quickly. How did she know I thought that? Oh for god sake, can she read my thoughts?"I feel your thoughts, I dont read your mind, I feel it." Cornwell said still holding her hands over my head.I sat motionless holding my breath, wishing the floor would swallow me up. Alleyes were on me. Had I just called the whole room a bunch of crazy’s? I couldn’t avoid Tina’s disapproving evil eye across the way."Well my husband cheated on me." I blurted out defensively. "Am I supposed to accept that and stay with him because the time isn’t right in some weird cosmic science?""Go ahead release…" I turned to look at Doctor Cornwell standing over me. I really wasn’t a newager, certain words bothered me, even made me shudder, and that word‘release…ugh! The same with the word journey, and sacred, all words I felt had become part of this new movement, and were thoroughly over used as of late."Release what?" I asked annoyed."Whatever you feel like letting go off." Cornwell smiled sweetly.For a moment I forgot I was in a room of strangers."….It was awful, humiliating. My husband, was on tour, and I found out that he was seeing some… one…. It turned out to be probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. I heard he had been in a car accident. Thanks to MTV’s breaking News. They’d

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