~ city that never slept but people sure as hell slept around. And thank the Lord for those people. It was the cheaters of New York that ~

~ kept her in business. She started the afternoon like she always did, with a glass (or six) of whiskey. She hadn't slept well the night ~

~ before so she decided to try and take a nap. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling but she couldn't sleep. As always she had thoughts of~

~ Kilgrave in her head and even if she did manage to sleep she'd be woken up by a nightmare sooner or later. Even with the bastard out of ~

~ her life she was still having nightmares. It was fucking bullshit. So she got out of bed, got dressed and headed outside into the cold ~

~ city streets. Of course she brought a bottle of whiskey with her which she not so subtly hid in a brown paper bag. She wasn't going ~

~ anywhere in particular she was just...walking. Everywhere she walked she saw couples kissing, flirting. It made her feel sick. She never ~

~ got that close to people in any way. Relationships, friendships, acquaintances. She tended to stay away from them all and for good ~

~ reason. If anyone asked why she would say people were assholes. They all end up hurting you. But really it was the other way around. ~

~ People she was close to always ended up being the ones hurt. #Malcolm, #Trish, #Luke. Everyone she was close to got hurt by her at one ~

~ point or another. She took a swig of whiskey. As she's walking she catches sight of a TV screen out of the corner of her eye. Something ~

~ about a flu and people being extra cautious and careful. They were all encouraged to stay inside as much as possible and to have as ~

~ little contact with others as possible. Fuck that shit. She wasn't staying inside her apartment just because of some flu. It was ~

~ bullshit. She rolls her eyes, taking another swig of whiskey and a second later the news report was completely forgotten about in her ~

~ mind. She leans against a wall, closing her eyes for a moment as flashbacks pop into her mind. Kilgrave is there beside her. He's ~

~whispering in her ear - " You want it. You know you want it " He's gone! This shit should not still be happening to her! Her breath starts~

~ coming in quick, short gasps and she starts to whisper to herself, reciting the streets of her childhood in the hope it would make the ~

~ thoughts go away. " Main Street, Birch Street, Higgins Drive, Cobalt Lane.... " Fuck you, Killgrave. Fuck. You.

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