"Your life has just begun"
Feeling her heart pound and her vines ache for the drug she hadn't used in nearly a month, she glanced at her watch and knew it was time. The man who she had read about in John's instructions had left less then an hour or so ago when nightfall had settled over the city. Now all she had to do was wait. Clutching her small duffle bag she looked up at the fire escape and started her way into the rundown apartments.
It took her six minutes to finally find the door number or the forth floor, feeling blessed that no one had even past her in the hall she stood close and used the small switch blade to pick the cheap lock. The door swung open and she let herself inside, right away feeling safer then out in the open. Taking a heavy breath she felt around on the wall for a light switch and flicked it on.
The place was worse on the inside, a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and what seemed like two small bedrooms. Once probably a half decent place in this part of town, looked more like a place that was used for sleeping and storing more then anything. Amanda couldn't really relate for this lifestyle since most of her life she either lived from place to place, partying the scene around in a blur, or in a small jail cell.
Setting her bag down she decided to look around.
The place was mostly empty, crude dirty wooden floors and peeling ugly red pained smeared on the walls. She saw a few cheap paintings that weren't half bad laying against the walls, and broken down furniture that looked used. The kitchen was also empty, the small metal table covered in boxes of old photographs and newspapers. The fridge was empty other then caned coffee and water bottles. One bedroom had clothes laying all over the place around an unmade bed, and the other served as a black room.
Taking only a few seconds to poke her head in she saw the latest prints on Dr.Gordon.
Walking back she paused in the living room and saw two framed dusty photographs on what used to be a mantel. Walking over with her hands behind her back Amanda gazed at them.
One was probably taken when he was younger, collage or school maybe? He was at some sort of pub with a few other guys all laughing and looking at the camera.
The other was most likely taken by him, black and white of the harbor a few years ago. Amanda stared at the photograph and sighed. Somehow that one image reminded her of her shattered state of living and the nervous build up to what she thought was her new life.
So confused and alone she thought another second and knew if she waited any longer she wouldn't be ready. Knowing she would have to wait until he fell asleep to cut the lights and put everything in order she took out the syringe and unzipped her cloak and mask John had made.
Flicking off the lights she headed to the nearest closet and shut herself inside.