~This is a hush hush story! It is set in Nora's point of view. I hope you like it and please R&R!~
My name is Nora Grey.
My life kind of sucks.
I live in the most dangerous part of town, my roommate, Scott, is a drunk and I work in a cheap bar with lots of horny men. I'm 19.
Oh and I have no family. They all died or ran off. Joy.
I had a best friend. She was a liar and manipulative. The one good thing in my life, she ruined. You see, I used to live in a cheap, shabby apartment a little further into town. It was nice. Safe(ish). I had a job at a nice restaurant and earned minim wage. I wasn't doing too badly. One night, she and her boyfriend (what ever his name was), were staying there while I visited my mum in hospital and when I came home a few days later, all she left me was an torn up apartment, about ten different holes in the wall and though it was a good idea to steel all my belongings. Oh and I forgot the part where she leaves me a note basically saying:
Thanks for the extra cash and clothes; I hope your life now sucks and that you have no one.
So from there I got evicted, lost my job because I couldn't even afford to buy new works shirts or even get to work on time. I did eventually find an apartment but with a roommate who has very happy hands. But I'm not even that cheap, there is no way in heaven or hell I would EVER actually sleep with him. I'm not desperate.
I found a job at this really run down looking bar, with brick walls and dull lights. It's very secluded most of the day, but at night there are (generally) old men, hell they barely classify as men, more like very adolescent teenagers, but the money is the only reason for me staying there and not running for the hills.
Oh, and not to mention, I'm not even human.