Old habits die hard
This is my first fic after years reading , any constructive criticism would be great.
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It's bleak, grey days like these that remind her every breath is a step towards death. Monotonous days drag by, and drug fuelled nights have lost their appeal. Everyone is gone, except her. Upwards, outwards and away from Bristol, and they never come back. She never thought about leaving, never quite thought enough about her future. She never really cared enough, about anything, through her teenage years. She never really recovered, or sorted her life out, after college. She just gave up, now she was cold, bitter and unappreciative of the world around her. Time had already run out for her. It is days like these she misses her the most, not that she knows why. A fleeting glimpse of a slightly too short dress, or long brown hair, throws her back 5 years, only for reality to come unceremoniously come crashing down on her. Her life had lost all meaning, a small group of 'friends', a dingy 1 bedroom flat, a dead end job and nothing even close to love in her life. Once upon a time she had it all, the world at her feet, but now she doesn't live in a fairy tale, and she struggles to make it through the day. Never would anyone that knew her way back when, envision this to be the life of a 23 year old Katie Fitch.
Friday, she had been blessed enough to be allocated this her weekly day off. She actually would have preferred Wednesday, but seen as this particular allocation had made her the envy of the other low ranking employees at the recruitment company she worked, she decided to keep it. Today was the highlight of her week, the day she remembered someone else in the world cared about her, and wanted to spend time with her. She check the clock above the T.V, and sparked the half burnt spliff in her hand, twenty more minutes, then it was twin time as Emily called it. Katie lived for this hour or so every week where she could speak to her sister, and more often than not Naomi. Since they had moved to the other side of the world to study, Katie's life had pretty much dried up. No one realised she need Emily much more than Emily ever needed her. Smoke from the spliff is filling the room, and stupid thoughts are filling her mind, she is laughing to herself in a stoned daze, when a ringing pulls her back to reality. As quick as she can, she leaps up and runs to her laptop, to answer the skype call. Emily's face fills the screen, and Katie's smile is close to breaking her face . She talks with Emily and Naomi for over an hour, asking how life is over the pond, and them in turn asking about her work, and family. Katie lives for this hour a week where she isn't so alone. When it's time to go, and she knows there is another week between she can feel alive again, she hits rock bottom. As always she thinks fuck it, strolls to the kitchen to grab a bottle of vodka, and slowly begins her descent into drunken oblivion.
Eviction notice. That's what is stuck to the front door on her arrival home from work Wednesday. The letter sticking out of her letter box explains how her landlord has all his assets repossessed, included her flat. She has 1 week to move out, not knowing what to do she avoids the whole situation, and get off her tits, as usual. She sees the ad for a roommate in the local post office window the next day, she didn't even know people still posted stuff in the window. This loser obviously hadn't heard of the internet, she calls the number on the advert. A woman answers after the third ring, and a viewing is arranged for the following afternoon, Katie can't help that think something isn't right. A niggling doubt is causing her more trouble then she would usually allow. She can't put her problem out of her mind as she so usually does, so she silences the troubles the only way she knows how. Massive black sunglasses cover Katie's eyes, shielding them from the onslaught of actual sunlight that she knows in her hung over state she would not be able to handle. She is currently walking towards the address the woman on the phone had given her, but every step is willing her mind to take her back to her grotty little flat and drink it all away. Instead she stops in a newsagents and buys some cigarettes, she sits on a bench near the address and chain smokes until she feels brave enough to knock the door. Four cigarettes later, she decides' what is the worst that could happen', and rises from the bench. She presses button number 3 on the intercom at the door to the modern looking block of flats, she is surprised when no voice comes through the speaker just a long buzzing noise indicating the door is open. She purposely takes her time climbing up the stairs, her aniexty growing with every step she ascends. Her destination however is inevitable, and in no time at all she reaches the door to number 3 Sunningdale Court. Fear is building from deep within Katie, and the opportunity to run is so appealing at this point in time. A deep breath later, and a firm self-reminder she is 'Katie Fucking Fitch', she raises her hand to knock on the door. Any fear Katie was feeling in the few seconds before the door was slowly opened could not of prepared her for what lay on the inside the flat. A tall, brunette wearing a beautifully dangerous smile, leant against the door frame. "Took your time, Katie"