I don't own a thing.

Except for the idea.

Morning comes.

The terrible light beckoning me from my dreams, the only place I'm ever really happy. I drag myself out of bed. I don't want to leave the house today. I look out my window onto the busy streets, why is everyone so happy?

I look at my apartment. One room. A bed. A desk. A mirror. A clock.

I sit at the desk and try once again to write to my friends.

Dear Fee,

I hope that you are having a lovely time. I hear that Ann has been doing well for herself…

I crumple the paper and begin again.

Dear Fee,

I scratch the words out and look at the clock. Noon. I try once more.

Fee,

I'm sorry I haven't contacted you as of late. I've been very busy searching for jobs I'm doing well and hope to see you some time soon.

Gemma.

The letter showed that I was clearly not fine. I crumpled it into a ball.

I shut the window, left open from the night before. Covering the out side world with a pull of the blinds. I take out a new sheet of paper, and pull my pen across the page. Lines start to form a pattern, familiar, strong, bold. I pull my hand away, Kartik stares back at me. His likeness startles me. I touch my hand to his paper cheek, water pooling at my eyes. I leave the drawing at my desk and crawl back into bed. I beg sleep to take me, but it never comes. I look at the ceiling, peeling green paint and white cracks stare back. Why? I turn over closing my eyes. I scream at the frustration of it all. I sit up and pound my fists into my pillow.

"WHY?!" I scream "Why?" It's all I can say.

There's a knock at the door.

"Go away!" I yell.

"Miss, are you alright in there?"

"Yes I'm fine." I say frustrated.

"What's all that yelling about? You trying to hurt yourself again?"

I get up and open the door.

"Mr Timmons, I thought we agreed that that was an accident. As you can see I'm perfectly fine." I snap.

"Accident my foot. Your lucky I let you keep a mirror in there at all, after what happened. Shards of glass everywhere, Blood-"

"It was an accident" I say through gritted teeth.

"Right," He looks me over, "You don't look so great, you look sad again."

"I'm fine." I say, though there's now use.

"My son is coming to visit. He'll be here in about a weeks time. I think you'd like him he's-"

"Mr Timmons with all due respect, I'm very tired and I really would like to get some sleep."

Mr Timmons looks at me as if I'd gone mad, well madder.

"It's only just after noon. What where you doing all night? You know when you first came here I thought you where normal. I chose you because you seemed the most normal. You weren't bad to look at either. Keep in mind though that I do own this building, and I can remove you from it if I see fit. I've been getting complaints from some of the other tenants-"

"Mr Timmons, I'm your only tenant. You need my money." I look at the older mans face. His gray hair and robust form.

"That may be so, but I have to live here too, and-"

"I'm sorry sir, I'll try and be more respectful." I say trying not to let my voice sound too cold.

"S'all I ask." He turns away and walks up the stairs.

I shut the door and walk towards my mirror. The tips of fingers grace the reflective surface, slowly they close into a fist. I draw my hand back…

I fall to the floor a whimper escaping my lips. I slam my fist against the floor. My head falls against the bed, I smile as sleep welcomes me into it's waiting arms.

More to come, please leave me your thoughts.

xox

TiE