captive

dark

Hello its me, meg 

I hope you are enjoying the chapters so far. I have said this before but its my first time writing a book. if there are any parts you liked or thought I could improve on don't hesitate to tell me in the comments. hope y'all have a lovely day

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I didn't have time to look at myself in the mirror, even if I had one I had no time to stop. Although I had a rough idea of how ruffled I probably looked, with puffy eyes and dark matted hair. My dark strands curling  and flowed to the bottom of my jaw, easy to keep contained and doesn't take ages to get ready. I tried not to think about my mini breakdown thirty seconds prior.  Instead I decide not to waste any time and headed for my front door. I was trying not to think about a lot of things right now and failing miserably. I didn't look that much better when I actually put effort into my appearance but again I tried not to think about how I looked, I wasn't going to see anyone I cared about anyway. 

I grabbed a pair of gloves and my keys as I locked the door on my way out, I was greeted with the stench of stale rice and grease. I coughed in an attempt to rid myself of the burning in my throat but it was still present, it was always present here. It coated my throat, clutching to the back of my mouth. Grasping the key out of the rusty lock I raced downstairs, not taking the time to be careful as the smell got stronger, more potent with each step. If I had taken my time walking down the stairs I'm sure they would have collapsed, the building I lived in needed some serious TLC. 

The stairs moaned and creaked as I stomped upon their stacked frame, rushing before I nearly passed out from holding my breath. I'm sure the restaurant below was breaking multiple safety hazards just being located here seeing as a cockroach would probably refuse to live in my flat. I took the time to stuff my fingers into my gloves and pop my one earphone in. 

Although I did not have the most advanced technology, I could still download songs onto my ancient , just no more than fifty or so. The dulled silver casing felt cheap and light, the small screen polished in an obvious attempt to make the phone last. I had treated myself on my 17th birthday to 20 new songs, of which I listened to on repeat after a very heavy selection process. I knew every lyric like the back of my hand. It was one of my most prized possessions, music could get me through anything, if I kept telling myself that then maybe one day it would be true.

I inhaled like my life depended on it once I reached the outside, the air was not crisp in fact it was polluted and muggy but  a vast improvement. It was cold, the air bit at my cheeks as I glanced around, my eyes adjusting to the nights glow. No one was around, no misfits, punters or thugs. This was my favourite time of day, in-between late at night and early morning. No one rushing to work, no one stumbling home drunk and all the "dangerous" kids had headed back to their homes, hibernating un till their next gang get together. Anywhere looks beautiful in a certain light, everything looked so abandoned and I couldn't help but think this is where I was meant to be.

 I started to walk down an alleyway, it was filled with graffiti and junk. The concrete floor uneven and chipped, worn away unloved for years. Litter and old possessions scattered across the path. I stood over the strewn needles carefully, knowing my luck it would probably pierce my foot through my worn shoes and give me some type of disease. Black clouded my vision as there were no street lamps, only the light of the moon to guide me. Unreadable writing plastered over the walls, rotting and nearly falling down as it displayed a bunch of threat, gang signs and the occasional piece of good art among the shitty. The dark alley was overgrown with weeds, swallowing one of the walls completely as it spread across the floor. Trampled by passers by, trying desperately to grow over the second wall. I chuckled to myself, finding its mangled vines amusing as it still tried to grow to the other side.