Wasted

|1- Phoenix|

A calming breeze flew by Phoenix, combing through her brown and blonde hair. She walked home apathetically, knowing she had to clean up her apartment.

Hastily pulling her keys out of her back pocket she pushed the door open, quickly slamming the door closed and holding her bag of beer close to her torso. Her triangular pupils darted across the room at the scattered bottles of alcoholic beverages, empty pill bottles, and syringes.

Phoenix let out an angered sigh as she kicked her boots off, making her way over to the small kitchen. She rummaged through her empty fridge, throwing out her old and diluted drinks. As she was cleaning she pulled her phone out and turned on music.

Phoenix was a free spirit, and couldn't care less if she got complaints from her neighbors.

The girl began to wipe off counters, walls, desks, lamps. Basically everything. She dusted, threw away crushed cans, straightened displays..

About an hour later the brunette plopped down on the couch. She held her bottle up to her parched, slightly chapped, lips, taking a few sips before deciding to get up and shower.

Phoenix wondered down the short hall to her room, slipping into one of her dresser drawers and pulling out something comfortable. She walked to the bathroom, slipping out of her galaxy tee, high waisted shorts, and simple black leggings. Throwing her hat off as well.

The warm water rushing down on her as she scrubbed the grime and smell of alcohol off herself. A small smile tugged at her lips as she scrubbed her scalp, satisfied as she felt the dirt dissolve from her body. After she finished she stepped out carefully, wrapping a towel around herself and her hair. She dried herself off, then clothed herself in a black tee and light grey sweatpants, along with brushing her semi-dried hair.

She walked to the kitchen, filling her cats bowls with food and water. Despite her addictions, she was still a good owner to her black haired Bombay cat, Cassanova. Cassanova  stayed in the same clean parts of the home, like the bathroom, or her owners room. Who, speaking of, had decided to come and meow at Phoenix for no good reason. She smiled slightly as she leaned down, petting the cats head before heading back to the living room.

The brunette sprawled herself across the couch, (much like Cassanova did on her bed.) reaching for the remote. The flat screen TV jolted to life at the press of a button. Phoenix smiled in content as American Horror Story came on and her cat crawled up onto her stomach.

Phoenix calmly pet her cats head while watching the show intently.

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Phoenix woke up around 3 am. She wasn't really the type to sleep for long and get a full night of sleep. She knew there was a little to no chance she was going back to sleep again, so she decided to go to a bar.

She threw on a dark green turtleneck, sleeveless crop top with a slit in the center, dark blue skinny jeans and kicked on her black boots. She grabbed a black and red jacket and pulled the hood up heading to a nearby club.

As usual she drank until she passed out.

But what she didn't expect, was to wake up at her home.

Nonetheless, a stranger in there with her.

(This chapter was written by Baptorization )