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THIS IS A COMPLETE REWRITE
A/N: I'm sorry to everyone who enjoyed the previous version of this story. Personally I couldn't stand it, I'd written it so long ago and was so young that I decided to rewrite it. It's essentially the same with some major changes to wording and structure across the entire story. If you're curious to read it again I'd greatly appreciate your input and advice!
Boredom, that seemed to be a reoccurring theme in her life. Perhaps the only theme, of which she grew increasingly tired.
Every day was the same; being woken up by the noise of the neighbors on all sides, the paper thin walls leaving little to the imagination as far as the daily activities of the other residents. She was amazed at her ability to obtain any amount of sleep, she did however after the tedious and rather repetitive actions of her day. Wake up, go home, eat dinner, go to sleep. She longed for some excitement; some adventure in her life, it all seemed too far away. So unobtainable.
Her father owned one of the largest banks in the city, employed by him she was forced to spend every day under the tyrannous thumb of the main she despised so adamantly. He poisoned her childhood and now it seemed as though he was determined to poison her life as long as it may last. So inescapable.
The morning was typical, she sat her morning coffee in hand forcing her mind to swallow the idea of facing the day she had already dreamed of in her nightmares. Her job haunted her, the reality bleeding into her sleep and forcing to spend not only her waking hours in torment but those that were supposed to bring relief.
She felt trapped, 'I need to get out of this' she thought. Wanting to travel her whole life, she couldn't help but feel bitter towards the world. The lack of opportunity for adventure, for broadening her horizons and understanding the world with her own eyes. There was money –of course- of which she had none. The stale taste of the old coffee reminding her of that as it assaulted her tongue and she choked it down regardless.
Despite her reluctance she set the coffee aside, standing to gather her things as she forced herself to face yet another day in the ever mundane setting of her job. She needed to work, she needed even a small fraction of the income she ought to be paid in order to continue buying the cheap food she ate, to stay under the collapsing roof of where she lived. Her father had money, more than any man should have in his life, of which he would give to no one but himself. Despite all the horrors he caused her in his youth, there was no possible payment for her. No compensation to make up for the ordeals she endured. So she pressed on, to sweat for the money she needed to live the life she hated.
Grabbing her coat she slipped out the door and down the stairs, her pace was hurried as she walked down the street. It was noisy, just like her apartment. So much noise that she found she could never escape, it made it hard to breathe. To settle. Her eyes wandered the streets as she kept a steady rhythm. Her eyes paused on a wanted poster, there were so many of them in those days.
It read 'Wanted: Public Enemy #1, John Dillinger', she had seen that poster before. They were everywhere, not surprising due to his status.
'I should find a man like that' she laughed to herself, allowing a small smile to creep across her lips at the thought. 'I can't imagine he gets told what to do. What freedom, what adventure.' She left her thoughts along with the poster, rushing to the curbside as she noticed the time she attempt to hail a taxi. The yellow car pulled up and she rushed inside, they pulled away leaving the idea of the criminal mastermind behind.