This could be an intro, or a one shot not too sure yet.
A light clicks on as a figure enters the room, looking round before sighing loudly the figure takes a few steps, this may be her house, but it will never be her home.
Isn't a home suppose to be a welcoming place, a place were you could curl up in front of a fire and feel safe, or a place where a loved one would always welcome you, no matter what bad things you've done.
Instead she's welcomed by the fear that the landlord would 'pay her a visit', or the police would find all those syringes and pills. Or worse another 'client' would turn up with that, disgusting smile, knowing that she would do anything for the money.
In the beginning she's fine, she knows that it's only temporary, hoping that he would come and get her out of this nightmare. Him, with his perfect hair, and perfectly fake promises. Soon living that life takes its toll, hopes die. The realisation that she's stuck with this life sets in. So then what does she do? Takes those pills from the guy from round the corner.
Once a week is all she needs, just to keep her head on straight. Then twice…soon five a day. Then the aspect of no more money, and no more chances. The words 'I'll get the money I swear' loose all meaning. What then? Sell yourself, its what she did. Just for the money, just to get her fix. Soon the rumours spread, then everyone asks for nastier things at lower prices but know she will never turn them down. Needs the money for her fix.
The fix that slowly looses its affect, then finding out that her supplier got arrested. What now? She sits at home on a chair trembling for that little fix she can't get. Soon her eyes turn towards the bottle, only a few shots of vodka before going to bed, right?
Trembling looking in a mirror, seeing herself for the wreck she has become. Once she was attractive, beautiful even, now just an empty shell just trembling for that fix. Gripping onto the basin and taking steadying breaths, to stop herself from breaking down into a teary wreak.
A light knock on the door, is it that time? A familiar voice, a dream made true…running fast to the door and flinging it open. Hopes come rushing back, he's come, he really has come this time! Then the words follow 'Sorry Tiff I've found someone else' and then footsteps away.
The door shuts and the only working light bulb breaks. Sinking to the floor the final crack in the dam breaks and she sobs in the darkness.
I might turn this just into a one-shot or i could continue it, suggestion would be GREATLY appriciated