It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be easy. She was supposed to have found somewhere, something to do, somewhere to
live. She always had done before, but that was different, because before she'd always be running
to something, to her friends, such as they were. Now though she was running
away, away from everything, away from herself, which was easier said than done. She'd had plans to try harder now, to try being clean for a while but when everything was shut you needed something to make it easier, something to numb the pain. That was why she'd run out of money, because drugs and alcohol were expensive.
So here she was in a strange city, all alone with no money and no where to go. She'd been right, there was always more shit to come. She was surviving though, more or less. It had been okay for a little while, stealing things and selling them on to anyone that would buy until she'd worked out that really wasn't making her enough money for the things she needed to numb everything. That was when everything had gone to hell, when she'd noticed girls on street corners. It wasn't that different to what she'd done back in Bristol, she'd always slept around then, now she was just doing it for money. What difference did it make?
She stood on a corner, in a little pink dress, a cigarette in her hand as she leant against the wall, one leg bent against the brickwork. It was just another night, one of many.
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