Swish, Swoosh. S'cuse me. S'cuse me. Bang. There's always been a sense of stability for her. Walking aimlessly through the town center. People buzzing past, scurring off in opposite directions, deciding that it's okay to to push and shove, because asking politely just isn't an option.

It was the people she liked most. They were the kind of people who didn't tiptoe around hesitant to pass someone else incase they hit them, hurt them. No they were the kind of people who were out for themselves, they pushed, and they didn't stop pushing until they had reached the place they wanted to be. That's what she liked most.

It was Effy's idea, that she should get out the house for a bit. Do some exploring around her old familiar routes. She made a mental note in her head to thank her once she got back to their flat. Their flat. Once Naomi's mum had returned for her trip around the world with Kieran, Naomi had decided that it was just too much. With Naomi, Effy and Cook as well as Gina and Kieran. Naomi felt like she'd been dragged back into her teenage years of comunual living. So they decided, Cook and her. That they should get their own flat. It wasn't anything special, three reasonably sized bedrooms, which suited Naomi fine concidering that's where she spent most of her time nowadays.

U alright blondie? Were just headin out for some coffee, come meet us at Baristas when ur done yer? muchos love, the cookiemonsta x

Smiling softly at his text she exhaled softly stuffing her phone away back into the pocket of her jacket, her fingertips playing shyly with the ends of her sleves. It had been five weeks since she had been discharged from the hospital, the deep scars that ran verticaly from the beginning of her wrist til about three inches up her arm were still highly visable. They always would be though wouldn't they. For the first four weeks she never wore anything that didn't have long sleves, she couldn't. Didn't want people seeing her pain, she could hide it on the inside , but the scars were just there, shoving all her emotions straight into the face of the person who was looking at them. They showed her weakness.

They had made her see someone, the doctors. Said they didn't deal with things in this area, all they were good for was putting her back together, physically. While her Psychologist was there in hopes of putting her back together, mentally. Noones ever really 'together' though are they? everyones a little bit fucked in the head, there's no fixing that.

She was an older woman. Naomi guessed in her late fourties. Dark brown hair which was always neatly pinned up, the occasional curl falling loosly round her face. Intense green eyes, so intense that Naomi could have swore she could see straight through her. Her wardrobe consisted of only tight black pencil skirts, and shockingly bright coloured blouses. She peered over her thick black rimmed glasses as Naomi spoke, hummed and hawed as if she understood. She didn't.

She had gotten much thinner, food had somehow lost it's idea of being a naccesity to her. So day by day she watched how the skin covering her bones seemed to grow tighter around them, bones protruded from her ribs, her clavical area would be the envy of any model. Her elbows were thicker than both her upper and lower arm and her cheeks had slowly began to sink inwards. It first hit her when she realised she could fit into effy's jeans, and still the waistband failed to hug her tiny hips.

It had been at least a solid 45 minutes she'd been sitting here for, watching people pass her, loosing herself in her own thoughts. It was cold, the crisp air nipped the tips of her ears which were only covered by her blonde curls, which were now a little below shoulder length. It deffinatly had grew quite a bit. Slipping her hands into the pockets of her grey trench coat she slowly pushed to her feet making her way back towards the center of the city, to the cafe.

Watching the warmth of her breath contrast against the bitter cool of the air her eyes focused on the little puffs of clouds that appeared everytime she exhaled. Reminded her of of smoke, and how she had forgoten to buy fags.

Feeling the rain begin to trickle from the sky, she tilted her head back slightly, welcoming the raindrops access to her face. She liked the rain, liked how it had the ability to make everyone scamper off for shelter, make everyone complain. When really, it wasn't really doing any harm. It was only a little bit of water.

"... Naomi?" She could hear it, the voice cooing her name. But she was having trouble deciding if it was real or all just in her mind. " Naomi .. " and again " oh for fucks sakes campbell snap out of it yeah?" real.

Titling her head back down she felt her eyes trail lazily over the figure infront of her, tiny, arms wrapped tightly around her half naked frame in an attempt to shelter her from the rain. Katie fucking Fitch. Allowing her lips to part slightly she couldn't find the words to- they caught in her throat. Taking in her apperance once more she cocked her eyebrows up, she looked nice. Much better than Naomi had remembered. She'd ditched the animal print and was dressed in a long sleved white lace shirt, a tight black pencil skirt with a wide patent leather belt that was purposely pulled in just a little too tight in order to accentuate her waist, and of course, a pair of black killer heels. Because lets face it, no one really changes that much.

" Jesus christ, im up here you tit " Naomi's eyes flickered up to Katie's expectant face before watching a smile tug at her red shiny lips.
" Still a big ole' lezzer i see " Katie's voice cooed, all in good humour much to Naomi's surprise.
" You know how it is Katiekins, can't teach an old dog new tricks " Her voice crackled slightly, causing her to mentally kick herself.

Now it was Katie's turn to observe her, she watched her. Watched as her eyes flickered over her face, then down over her frail body that was drowned out by her coat. Licking her lips she instinctivly wrapped her arms protectivly around her torso wishing she'd stop staring. Finally she was met by Katie's wide brown eyes, only this time they were filled with nothing but concern.

" Jesus .. Naomi .. " Her voice just above a whisper, reaching up she slid her hand through her own mess of dark curls.
" I better get going, I've got to- " Cut off by Katie's stammering voice she pursed her lips together.
" I'm having a party tonight, you should- you should come " Katie stared up at her, reaching into her bag she pulled out a card and a pen, sribbling down her number and the address before handing it to Naomi.
"Katie i don't think thats a good id-"
" Please, You can bring whoever you want " She nodded eagerly, shoving the pen back into her bag before letting her arms wrap around herself once more.

Glancing at the card perched between her fingers she weighed up her options, she could stay in again, sulking in her room. Or she could go, Katie wanted her to go. For whatever fucked up reason that was, she didn't care. Katie wanted her to go. But what if -

"She's not going to be there" Katie interupted her thoughts with a soft voice. Her eyes flickering down towards the ground which was now completely soaked from the rain.

"Just us and some old friends, it'll be a right laugh, like old times yeah?" She grinned widely before glancing at her watch.
" Look i've got to run babes but come yeah?, i want you there, they'd want you there .. we miss you y'know Campbell" She looked genuine, waiting for Naomi to nod slowly before dashing off into the crowd of people.

Naomi lost sight of her after a few moments, staring back down at the card before shoving it in her pocket. Katie fucking Fitch, who'd have thought eh?