A diamond in the Rough

2. Maybe someday. .Maybe now

"Yeah, I think about the end just way too much
But it's fun to fantasize" ~Twenty-one Pilots

(this is part of Katya's room next to  her bed is the bathroom and next to it is the door, the window is where she sometimes leaves.)

This is her bedroom, she has a small bathroom and a locked door leading to the corridor

' Maybe I had worried too much' I thought as more and more customers came to my little slot to either "refill" or buy more drugs. I disliked selling drugs to people just so they could ruin thier lives, but I needed the money and this was the only way I would be able to make it quick. Honestly I don't really care whether it's honorable or not, the life I live isn't honorable so why should it matter at this point ?

I've done some dark things and I will probably have to do it again just to survive, but I don't care because I came this far and I won't stay here to rot with the others! I just fucking won't! As the night came to a close I sold off all the drugs I had from previous parties and raids. By the time I had counted the money I would be close to my goal by the end of next year, maybe even earlier!

To say I was ecstatic would be an undersatement I was leaping with joy, until I realized I had to go and clean up the aftermath of the party. It was times like these that I rarely came out my room and when I did I was heavily armed, as always. Why, might you ask , is a 16 yr. old girl heavily armed? Welll....it's a long story that I don't wanna talk about, lets just say I got attacked  by one of the ex-roomates and had to "take care" of him.. (umm hehe, yea I'll leave imagination on this part cuz she didnt kill him).

As I'm making my way (making my way downtown ... fiine tarry on) to the livingroom I spot a glance of strewn cups on the floor, crushed tortilla chips all on the couch, 'Not again, uhhhhhh' I thought as I inwardly groaned, at the top next to the ceiling fan there was white sticky something on there, and it wasn't school glue if you catch my drift. I would leave that for the boys when they weren't fucking a girl or shitfaced (although they were turds on their own, so alcohol wasn't really needed). There was also trails of nacho cheese, beer bottles covering the purple brown oriental rug, a smell of vomit, sweat, and pizza emitted into the air giving a sick nostalgic feeling.

'This is going to be a long day' I grabbed my cleaning supplies and complained about cleaning up while cleaning up. After finally finishing the dirty work I made a mental note to tell the boys to bleach the ceiling again. Exhausted and hungry I made some ramen noodles put some cheese and cayenne pepper into it, I left some snacks for their hangover then retrieved to my cave.

" Hey man that party last night was wicked !  but I didn't lay any girls because they were all drugged up or too slutty for my taste" exclaimed Marty ; since my walls were thin  I could hear everything. Marty was one of my roomates he had a decent personality that sometimes strayed but he never hurt or insulted me so he wasn't on my bad list. " Yea I agree with you Mars, ay Jack go tell your lover that she sold too much drugs the party and to minimize it next time, we actually wanna get laid!" Grey must've been next to Jack because he didn't yell like Marty did.

                 The next thing I know there was a pattern of knocking to let me know it was him and not the others, I had made the decision to bolt the door and padlock it after that incident, I shivered at just the thought of what could've happened and since then no one but Jack has seen the daylight of my room (although there's not much to look at). I slowly but steadily opened the door just enough to fit Jack in there then I pulled him in like a hole, and shut the door tightly. I grabbed his neck and comensed to giving him a big bear squeeeze, we were not lovers like the others thought but had a more brotherly love for me, which I appreciated  to the max and then some.

                        He had thought of me as an older sister because of the advice that never fails to help, how I protected him from the trouble he usually gets himself into or his internal problems, that and the fact that despite my real age I led him to believe I was older. Jack was only 18 with blond locks and a lanky but somewhat muscular build he had the whole surfer dude vibe, but at times he could be scary when he wanted to.

                               He was the only person to even have my partial trust and not break it so far, not only did he have a kind heart but he was also serious or childish, never both always one. I didn't tell him about my plans to leave hell because I decided that he would leave with me, he didn't take drugs just get high plus I knew I would need a him to come because no matter how many odd jobs I get it won't be enough alone. Ecstatic to show him the place soon, I had decided a year ago that I wouldn't tell him, if the others knew there would be an arising problem and a hole in my plans later on.

             It wasn't that I could trust Jack but rather that I knew he would  spill the beans and I just couldn't have tht just because he can't keep secrets. "What do you want Jack hmm ? " I asked  teasingly he gave me a knowing look meaning that we both knew what he was going to say " Minimize your sales next party because they haven't had a good lay since everyone's all drugged and gallied up, by the way Mars says that the Jokers were the best he has ever had and wants more for personal use by tomorrow " he explains while i sigh.

                                   As Jack and I talk a little more i hear a bit of shuffling, meaning movement,  then a sudden silence before they called " Jack get that skinny white ass here!! we need you"  before he left I told him that I want the ceiling clean because there was some "mess" on it. Slam, click , lock  He left and I heard a faint quarrel about the ceiling.

          I opened my door and closed it really quickly, I emerged from the dark corridor to find the 5 pairs of eyes staring at me. It was me, Jack, Marty a.k.a Mars, Craig, Grey (we don't know his real name) and Dorian a.k.a. Dory. Marty had spaghetti hanging from his mouth, Dory was munching on the snacks I had left, Craig was staring hungrily at me but fear flickered in his eyes, that dirty bastard you should be very afraid ,  Jack had a cleaning bucket, and Grey was half asleep with his dark brown hair partially on his forehead.

" Look I don't give 2 shits if the president was meeting you, after you eat I want all, and I mean all of you to clean that shit off the ceiling, I want it so fucking clean that Mr. Clean would be jealous,  quit his job and work for you punk ass hoes and  I will cut you if only one person is doing it" I said I had hunched my back to look like I was about to attack and lowered my voice menacingly low, although they towered over my 5'3 frame and my petite body they knew from experience I could be scary and I carried out threats. Not wasting a moment the boys left their food, grabbed cleaning supplies and scrubbed the ceiling like no tomorrow.

          'They probably don't want a repeat like last time '. There was this big party we had 3 weeks after I moved in, the morning after was worse someone had sex on the couch (we later burned ) and got their semen on the ceiling right under the table. Much to my protests they didn't clean it and I wouldn't touch it because who knows if that person had a sickness. They were eating and i sat down on a chair across from Dory, I saw the thick white substance slowly and then Drip, plop right into his cereal bowl. I was tempted to let him eat it since he hadn't listened to me and it'd be funny, but I told him when he was about to drink it, because I had a heart.

            After that the guys always checked the walls before eating or continuing with their leisure activities.  They were also afraid because almost chopped off Marty's toes off, I had told them I knew suppliers that would love his toes and he fainted hit his head and was sent to the hospital for a concussion and 3 cut and slightly bruised toes.

(ok I srzly need to update at least 2 chapters for days I missed..and who are the boys she's talking about? Family or mere roomates? )