My Hacker ➩ Elliot Alderson

01.

Picture above: Violet 

Song to listen to: The Judge - Twenty One Pilots

"MS, wake up, we are here." A worker says shaking my shoulder making me jump, 

"Don't touch me." I spat getting up pushing his hand away from me and grabbing my backpack getting off the bus that smelt of dried up hotdogs and rotten eggs, gotta love the city, huh?

I jumped off the steps to see my new home, a shitty building was my new home, right next to it was a sketchy chinese place. But it was all I could afford for right now so I just had to deal with it. 

I went up the concrete steps, trying to find my keys in my backpack, 

Once I finally found them, I unlocked the large door pushing it open, the whole place was disgusting. Dust, garbage, I think I even saw a condom or two, left over food. 

Jesus. This is what my life has come to.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head and headed up the stairs, the whole place was completely silent. It was as if no one even lived here, wouldn't be surprised if so. 

I made it to the 4th floor which was my floor to call home, 

"4B, 4B..." I mumbled to myself looking for the door, 

I finally found it, shifting my key in and unlocking it, going inside. 

The place was completely trashed. Who the fuck would leave it like this? What, did they fucking die or something? 

"Awesome." I said dropping my backpack down on the floor, 

I walked around looking out the view, the only noise I heard was my boots hitting the hardwood floor, I looked out the window, all the view was, was just another apartment building across the street.

I explored the little apartment, even though there wasn't any furniture or anything, it was still cool. I walked into the small bathroom, it was dusty but pretty clean. 

My furniture wasn't gonna be here until tomorrow which means my bed for the night was the gross ass floor, yay!

I grabbed my phone out of my bag checking the time, it read 3:00AM. 

Hmm. Is it considered morning now? Or night? 

Either way I was tired and hungry from jumping from subway to subway, bus to bus just to get here. and I didn't feel like sitting here all night/morning on hardwood floors.

I slightly opened my door making it make a huge creak, looking down the hallway, nothing. 

Damn, I actually started to wonder if I was the only person in this building. 

I opened it more letting myself out, locking the door behind me. I wanted to explore this place since I would be here for a while. I walked down the hall when I heard something, it was as if it was the same creak from my door, I quickly turned back to see a shadow then a door slam. 

"Perv." I mumbled under my breath turning back around. 

I trotted down the steps, this time I saw someone. It was a older lady. 

"Hiya, darling!!" She spoke in a gentle tone, she looked as if she should be in a cute little nursing home, not a place like this.

"Hi" I mumbled giving a little smile to be polite. 

"Say, come here real quick." She motioned her hand, 

"Ya got any drugs? Any kind, this old grammy has tried them all." She winked, 

Oh god, 

"Sorry, im.. ermm.. all out at the moment." I shook my head trying not to laugh since this shit was hilarious. 

"Alright, doll. Have a good day." She winked turning around with her walker and walked into her room, 

The thing is, I did have drugs but good luck with me sharing them, that shit is expensive. 

I walked out of the building and made my way down the street, there were a couple people walking too, mostly druggies, maybe even muggers, who knows. I wasn't scared though. Ive seen it all.

Let me explain to you, who I am. I bet you all were wondering. 

My name is Violet, Vi for short if you even want. Im 23, young, I know. Too young to be out on the streets. I moved here due to both of my parents dying from drug overdose, I stayed in a foster home for most of my life, they were cool people, really sweet and nice but knowing me, I pushed them away. I push myself away from everything and everyone. I made my cash from being a stripper, ha, shocking?!?! Nah. I got at least 1k a night which was pretty nice. My dream is Broadway, well used to be. We all know dreams are dead, huh? Ha. I signed up for a nightclub job here, it was actually down the road from my apartment, they already accepted me just by looking at pictures of myself. Even after all of this shit, I do take care of myself. I have boob length (is that even a thing?) brown hair, light hazel eyes, it was as if they were gonna be blue but green hit it a lil, I got those babies from my mother. I was pretty petite, I go to the gym here and there and plus the drugs don't really gain me any weight. I know I shouldn't do them, but its hard. Through all this pain, ya know? Its hard. Anyway.. Now that you know some of me, now you can hear more of my story.

                                                    xo Vi