She stepped into her house and closed the door to darkness. There was no warmth in her house it disappeared along time ago.

She flicked on the light and looked around at the untidiness that consumed her being. Most wouldn't say she was dirty, but she loved her apartment lived in. Stacks of comic books and paper books filled many corners . Half smoked cigarettes over flowed in the 1970 ashtray. She threw her keys on the couch and stepped out of her work shoes. the saying "my feet are barking " ran threw her head. She never understood that.

35 minutes later she stepped out of the shower and put on her bathrobe and stepped out in the little hallway and listened to the sounds , there was nothing. She sighed and walked into the kitchen.

She started making dinner and her phone vibrated on the table, she sighed and read it . An invite to run out for drinks. she closed the phone and set it down.While she made dinner the phone went off 5 more times and each message was different but still an invite for some drinks and each time she placed the phone down and ignored the text.

After dinner she sat with a bottle of wine and a full pack of smokes and just listened to her thoughts in her head as she twirled the smoke around her tongue like a lovers kiss.

Her phone went off again and she closed her mind and closed her eyes off from the noise. A tear escaped and she swatted it away like annoying bug. Scolding herself for letting it happen.

she wished she did not have to wait around she wished she just knew what was going on, all she had was herself, even though she put everyone before herself, This was and will be her down fall. She remembers a time not so long ago a week maybe days when she had a smile and she was controled yes but even know he is still controlling her. They were all suppose to be in this together a line was drawn and her destriction was coming.

A text came again

She felt dead inside because of them dead, but she let them

She stumbled to bed in a drunkin haze dragging her feet across the cold unfeeling floor. Tomorrow will be better she thought ....

it had to be