Call of the void

IV

I woke up the following morning to the dull echoing ring of my rusty metal alarm clock. Next door the neighbours were screaming at each other almost in sync with my clock. I heave myself out of bed the floor boards creaking in protest,

"Shush!" I laughed "I'm not that heavy jeez."

My curly fringe fell onto my face as  and I brushed it out of my eyes.

I grabbed my phone off the wooden splintering coffee table to add Nevaeh's name to my contacts, I didn't have to guess how to spell her name; she wrote it down. In a way my dyslexia made it easier I just wrote heaven and it turned out backwards I guess.
I got dressed: Blue, unintentionally ripped, jeans, shirt, jacket, scarf. I considered not working today but I'm broke, I slipped my holey trainers on and unlocked the door tugging at it as the hinges groaned. In the elevator, I pressed the large rusting 'G' button. The elevator was the most beautiful part of the flats in my opinion, it was hand painted with detailed ivy snaking up the walls and around the blinking metal buttons. I arrived on the ground floor with a thump, the elevator door struggled open and I stepped out onto the cracked flagstoned floor. The cold air hit me like a truck and I was thrown backward by the freezing November wind. My head was hit back against the elevator door making a crack in the card board walls. Shit I touched the back of my head and my hand came back red, I collapsed on the tiles injuring myself further and blacked out.