prologue…
the sound of the underground made the flick of a lighter almost indistinguishable, heels clacking and echoing through the tiled tunnels. you exhale raggedly, spliff in one hand, everything you own in the other. some would say it’s pathetic all you had could fit into a carry-on, you’d say it’s convenient. you come to a halt underneath the staircase to the streets above, you take another drag and shiver as a gust of cold wind from outside weasels it’s way past you.
bristol, a town of memories, of happy families torn apart, of gangs and violence and posh kids getting cars and shoes and everything they desire while the children around them make do with what they can; sex, drugs, and alcohol. the town of roundview college, the town where your brother died.
dropping what’s left of the spliff you begin your trek up the stairs, every step making more hairs on your arms stand upright. you wrap them around yourself in a hug, trying to fight off the cold. the short denim skirt you decided to wear feels like a worse choice every step you take, but you ignore it and keep going. the lights on the streets give the town a lively feel, no matter the time, and make you feel more welcomed.
you knew the way, even if you didn’t know the destination quite yet, your big leaps across the streets of bristol could convince any bloke around that you knew exactly where you were going. you walked in a trance for what felt like hours and just minutes all in one before you stopped in front of a house with a chipped green wooden door.
you looked at it for a while, sizing it up, before changing the direction you were walking towards to the front door of number three of whatever this street’s name was. you softly placed your right ear on the door, closing your eyes and holding your breath, listening. when the quiet was all that talked back to you, you pushed against it softly, and it clicked open.
you didn’t care to check any of the rest of the house, just made your way upstairs with a sudden drowsiness behind your irises. the door adjacent to the end of the staircase at the end of the hall was peeped open, and you took your time getting to it, knocking it open with your boot’s toe to see what’s inside.
a mix of gray and white dotted and striped wallpapers hits your eyes, the street lamps outside illuminating pictures of half-naked women and a messy desk with moldy plates stacked atop each other. the bed is stripped of any sheets and shows a stained mattress with a lone pillow laying sadly in the middle.
letting your bag drop to the floor with a thud and wobbly on your knees you let yourself fall on top of it and lose consciousness. drifting off into a dark abyss of nothingness to swallow up the bleak room and let you rest from the travels you’d made the day before.
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Does anyone know the song playing here?
This is Skins Season 2 Episode 5 "Chris" and is when Chris comes out of the bathroom with Angie and encounters Jal with his shirt inside out.
Edit: I finally found it!! 🖤
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