She feels as though she's thrown it all away, she won't last another day.
"What the fuck am I doing?" she mutters, taking another drag from her cigarette. She stands on the hotel balcony on a miserable autumn night, she's looking out onto the busy London city which still looks so alive; it still seems to hold such hope and potential, something she was looking to discover in herself.
Hannah had spent her whole life wanting to prove something of her life but always getting lost along the way. She'd been messed around by boys, her friends and her family so many times and on her nineteenth birthday she suddenly decided she'd had enough. It wasn't that she thought the world owed her something; she just merely wanted to change and to better herself. She told her family she was leaving with very little fight or fuss from them, in their eyes she was never good enough in comparison with her lawyer sister and doctor brother, and that was that. She packed the bare minimum into a small hold all: ID, money, the essentials: clothes; make up and other such products, and left her Chippenham home. "Onwards and upwards" she'd thought, as she sat on the train ready for whatever London life had in store for her. She'd arrived in the city late and had booked herself into the nearest hotel she'd found. It was probably out of her price range but she needed a place for a few days or weeks, however long it would take her to find a more permanent and proper home for herself.