Like A Broken Doll

Chapter 1

Bloody hell, where am I? It's cold. This floor is brick hard, seriously where am I?

I open my eyes and I see darkness. What?! I'm on the concrete floor, a bottle of Ciroc in my hand. My clothes are completely trashed, my body aches. I slowly get up until I am positive that I can stand without clasping.

I look around, I guess I was the only thrown in this, wait, what is this anyway? I rapidly look around and there's junk here. Yup, I'm in an alley. How'd get here? Did I walk here? I probably fell out the window or something. Whatever, I have to find my way home anyways.

I blink expeditiously, adjusting my eyes to the darkness around me. There is a path to a main street ahead. I am slightly afraid something in this creepy area may come and surprise me. I pick up speed to run even with the swift pain hitting my knees with every step.

Reaching the sidewalk, I don't see any cars.. There's no signs of movement here. The hairs on my arms begin to rise as the cool fall breeze blow upon me. I begin walking, honestly I don't know where I am going. I search my pockets for my phone. Nope, nothing. I'll probably be dead by sunrise. I don't give a rat's ass.

Silently I drop the bottle of Ciroc on the ground, I can't risk the chance of a police officer thinking I'm a drunk wandering around. But then again, that's what I am.

Ten minutes of walking and I am in a neighborhood that seems slightly familar. Abandoned houses, destroyed businesses, burnt down buildings, homeless sleeping in the corners of them, this is what I've always seen growing up. Elderly sitting on their porches chatting away, youngsters partying, throwing time away. I see that none of this has changed since year '91. It's a daily running cycle for me, I am not surprised much when I see kids ruining their own lifes, throwing futures into the trash.

I reach my block just when the sun is beginning to rise in the east. Great, I lost my phone somewhere and I beg to God that I at least have my keys with me. I seen the apartment complex I live in a few meters away. My legs feel like jello. 

Just when I am about ready to clasp, I reach the door and curse under my breath when I can't find my keys for the first few seconds, my mind is spinning rapidly. It's a miracle that I made it home, my subconscious must really be a smart one.

I am so stupid, I always leave the keys somewhere .. Oh whatever. I hold the knob and turn it, for the sake that maybe my roommate is here. It opens and I thank the heavens.

"YOOOOO NIALLLLLLL, YOU HERE?!" I close the door behind me as I make my way in, my slurring is evident in my voice. I get no response. "NIALL YOU ARSE ANSWWERRR MEEE!?!?" Still no response.

I walk into his room and there's some chick lying on the ground.. Ew. Niall is no where in sight, yet there's a tramp on the ground. I'm seriously going to beat Niall senseless.

I shift my body and I turn into the small hall. The shower's running? I swear I hear the sound of water somewhere. Whatever, I don't care, I'm going to wake the tramp up. She needs to get out.

I softly shake her and she stirs around, not awaking from her sleep. Ugh, she's disgusting sight, why the hell would she ruin herself like this? I shouldn't even care, she just needs to leave now.

 I rush to the kitchen to grab a bucket and as I am filling the bucket half  way, I hear a groan.

"Niall? Where are you?" The girl walks into the kitchen and once she sees me, she screechs. "Who are you?!?! Niall there's someone in the kitchen !!!"

"Shut it girl, I'm Niall's roommate. Shouldn't I be asking you this question? Who are you and why are you in MY house?  Now get the hell out." She huffs, nothing is said in return and she turns back towards Niall's room. "EXCUSE ME MISSY THE DOOR IS THAT WAY, I DON'T WANT YOUR STANK ASS IN THAT ROOM." I grasp the now full bin and follow up behind that girl. "Excuse you, but what's your name?"

"Christina" was all she mumbled. I'd hate to do this but..

"Well Christina, if you don't exit this apartment in 5 seconds.." I was abruptly interupted by the tramp.

"Then what?" She smirked. Okay then, my slight pity for the young girl disappeared. Is she really testing me? That smirk will fade in 3.. 2.. 1..

"URGHHHHHHAAAAAA WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Christina's already smuged make up smearing down the rest of her face.

"I don't like tramps in my house, now like I said earlier, get out." I smiled triumphantly. No other words escaped her mouth as she exitted the apartment. Now where is Niall? I must have a few words with him. No tramp will sleep in my goddamn home.