Notes

About childhood, life was good, she can't complain, well could but no one works listen since her situation at the time, alone. Nothing bad - alone in her house. Too bad she had to finalize this trial of completing a case. She swore she worked just as hard as a lawyer and didn't get close to the same pay rate. Law wadny her forte, it was affordable enough to consider that was the wrong train to take. Always, she knew that no matter what, do what you love and that's just what she did in turn for being happy. She felt alive and it's the only importance.

Alex took a small, steady breath in, soon flipping cream circles up against the cardboard tub sides. She sighed, flipping through the channels. Here she was, never really found the shows on TV important or entertaining, or real even when they were days to have figments of reality, they were mostly wrong at any time and leave it tho youtubers to out the producers. Alex chuckled at that thought, clarified through that she was once a bulimic, all her voices of what had been true was on the internet, another dangerous source. It would be a setup had the web told the truth about their self - I'm most likely to tell you cocaine is good for you. Wasn't it though? The internet said so, bro. That was a joke.

A month later

Scowers over the city, throwing a bottle of alcohol down to the below. Before she could register a thing, she was presented by a sound from down under her, a woman’s voice - and to think it over, it was elderly. “Oh. Sh i t.” Alexandra crept her eyes over the edge and waved one hand forth, present and standing in one peace. “Sorry about that. Is she dead?”

That was ten years ago. Scratch that, ten days. Ten days since she fell to her lowest point. She had no lows, but alcohol, oh alcohol was the lowest. The lows she had weren't my heart's broken I can't cope, or I have a disease my life is over. In those cases, she banged a few and roger that, shunned life dilemma's refunded. Over and over, until this time she just lost her cotton picking mind over the category insane corona virus that was curable but still an issue in global society. Even if it lessened, it wasn't less enough.

"I'm in fucki ng Hell, James. And I try not to curse, you know that. But for fuck christ, thi- I am sorry for calling christ. What the fuck, are you Buddha?" Alexandra hung her heavy head full of sorrows and a hangover garnered from tequila. "Yes, grace, James. I know, but it's not the end of the world." Another phone call to her friend, mentor to her grievances and maybe the only reason she consisted keeping him in her contacts. Violent so that ringing rang in ears beside the destruction, but only shutters for anyone above, like God, Alexandra heard an explosion thus she skipped off the parapet in hopes a tumble denied himself. Destiny currently was a bitch and that bitch crept on her.

"The world is ending. It is ending James." Widened eyes had not dared to expire.

Ten weeks after.

Alexandra spent less time on roofs and more time under them. Chuckles as she exposes lube tube on a soda pack in the grocery store, she shakes her head, placing her fingers on her chin.